By Preetinder Singh Sahiwal
Strange Is your nonviolence Strange Indeed your ways of peace seems you don’t remember It was only a short time ago what It was like to be hunted strange, the hunted have become the hunters! How did It feel when sacred threads of yours became deadly nooses How did it feel to be oppressed and exploited Strange Indeed very strange that you should be doing what was done to you Don’t you know though 150 years later a 1947 did come so will ours of course It won’t be easy but then again, It’s never been easy for us It wasn’t easy with Aurengzeb or Abdali but we stood tall and looked them In the eyes eye In the eye and clever as you are you must know In linearity of time human events are cyclical very cyclical and now It’s your turn So go ahead create as many 84’s as many “encounters” to the last man last woman last child we will stand up and look you In the eye we will not run will not hide will not turn we will look you In the eye In the eye.
Article extracted from this publication >> July 14, 1989
