In nineteen eighty-four
the government made it legal
they tried to make Sikhs no more
used methods so lethal,
to try to end a people.
A country that’s supposedly ruled by democracy
had its cities look like a giant bloody puddle
the government’s only skill is hypocrisy
hopeful survivors trying to huddle,
under homes burnt down to rubble.
It was not a riot.
This was a genocide.
Parents telling their kids to stay quiet
While the police are standing in a daze curbside,
Sikhs’ human rights were set aside to be denied.
The open roads stream with blood as it spatters
politicians, policemen, public figures just watch
lives now in shatters
as they sit back and sip their scotch,
and watch the nautch girls nautch.
No justice has been served
What a travesty
“Sikhs got what they deserved”
Such a horrifying fallacy,
No one deserves that kind of brutality.
Thousands have died
32 years later, justice is delayed
Attackers and police are allied,
saying their actions are justified.
Now it’s our turn,
to help those who want justice, those who yearn
to expose the truth,
to bare the proof, cause there’s no shortness of its routh.
They thought they could silence our roar
but don’t they know
it takes more than a beating to bring a lion to the floor
one day we will overthrow,
the corruption that doesn’t let my people grow.
Will be no more.
The end of our marginalization.
When the lions roar,
they tremble the floor.