Kirat Kaur Khalsa
11 Grade Student
Vancouver
Come, weeping child
Lift your eyes
From your dead mothers
Bleeding heart,
Look around you
See all the people
Dying, crying,
Lifting their eyes
To God
Calling Him,
Now, weeping child
Lift your eyes
Look at
Your bullet-torn
Soul,
Once covered in gold,
The gold of
The Lords Name;
Now filled
With holes,
Holes
Where the wind
Whistles in
And the blood
Seeps out.
Now, weeping child
Hear me,
Listen hard to
These words:
See the other weeping children
With heads on their
Dead Mothers breast,
Call to them!
You share the same
Sears,
The same
Desire;
Call to them!
Let us join together,
Together!
Brothers and Sisters.
Then all take up
The Lords Name as shield
Your pain as sword.
Then, weeping sparrow
Scarred and scorned,
Gobinds sparrow,
Fight!
Fight the hawk
Who has swept down
Upon your innocent being;
Killed your mother,
Raped your sister,
‘Shorn your father,
Burnt your brother,
And has left you
As an orphan,
An orphan of
The aftermath of
Hate,
Unite!
Unite children of Nanak.
Army of Har Krishan.
Take your weapons,
And with the Lord’s Name
On your tips
Avenge
Your mother
And
Your soul!
Article extracted from this publication >> January 24, 1986
