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VJKK VJKF,

id like 2 share 2 of my poems wit u, pls b nice, its da 1st time im posting, so im kinda shy :yehyehyeh: shhh.gif :wub: :@no.gifblush.gif

To you I will tell bout the year 1984,

I�m sure deep inside you know the score

Wake up, look around, listen up for I am sure you will want to see no more

In half, a little kid�s body, they tore

Cry with me for surely this is a place for the curtains to close and the line to draw

No, no, no, please no more, we don�t need this heartache of a war

My main man Bhindrawhale was truly magnificent,

As a true saint the example he set was brilliant

A pure sant � sipahi damn right, too blatant

For the havoc his Singhs wreak is pure militant

Hush hush,not a sigh, nor a whisper, don�t make a sound

For it

is us they are bound

Dogs like Brar upon us they pound

We�re going to be found

To be sent to the living hell of a cremation ground

Waheguru, our Guru, save us

Help us

Take us

Please please , please we beg You, do not forsake us

We pray

Our heads at our Gurus� feet we are ready to lay

To become like our shaheeds � a true sacrifice

For it is them we want to join in after life

I�m drowning in a sea of thick cold blood

No more hiding under the hood

Stand tall, take arms, hold hands we should

United brothers and sisters destroy together all evil we could

Gang raped sisters send screams 2 heaven that deafen the skies

Lets rise to the sound of our mothers� cries

Be wise

Doesn�t matter we�re small in population size

For in number we lack

But on the battlefield dare no one kickback

Come with me, walk with me,

Hear with me, see with me,

Feel wit me, witness with me these atrocities,

For alive I longer no wish to be

Lets aspire to be the Commandos, the Babbars, the Feddies and the Liberators for what they envisage is a pure Khalistan

Where there will be no freedom ban

ok heres the other one...........

India�s government no longer are we willing to abide

Unite together to fight, we have nothing to hide

They refuse our rights yet for them we died

This mighty war they did cause

Hang on. Hold up, take a minute and pause

Can you hear that? Hear how Bhindrawhale the lion roars

Don�t make me laugh, India is no democracy

It�s a land full of insecurity and immense amount of hypocrisy

My killer Singhs are renowned to be notorious

Soon we will rejoice and live in a land that is glorious

They needed full might to destroy God�s house

What a witch, she makes me Sick

Hurting God Himself she got a heavy kick

Revenge we are sure to get, we want that b!*#h dead

Ever

y Singh, Sikh and Kaur is out to get that head

Our hearts remain heavier than lead

Singh soormeh living in a militant�s paradise

Indira Ghandi being the only soon to be dead vice

She had no compassionate heart

Gahndi wanted to see Singhs blown apart

Into the sacred complex she ordered tanks

Made Singhs look as though they looted banks

On hearing this Singhs flew from Army ranks

Thousands brutally she had murdered in the Delhi riots

Their only crime being adorned upon their heads the sacred turban

No sound, no one around, killed on the spot if found, hush hush, don�t make a sound for in Punjab there is a curfew

4th of June they laughed at us, going ahead with Operation Blue Star

The sacred Sikh Library got caught in the crossfire, our sacred Guru they did burn, damn right they will get their turn

Atrocities they committed worse than Dyer

Indira is no Indian queen, but a control -freaking liar

On their heads did Singhs black turbans adorn, to show their painful grief, to mourn

Everyday a Singh sher is born

Who will grow up and wear hair unshorn

There is no other way, Indira will be assassinated

For she is highly over rated

There is no clause for this fact to be debated

Because of her it is that Sikhs are called terrorists and are hated

Sikhs became a living innocent casualty

In a full of hatred society

Trucks carried dead bodies piled high

Almost reaching the blood filled sky

Me oh me oh my oh my

I can�t take this, my heart does nothing but cry

For us those shaheeds did die

We�re living in a Bloody Punjab

Which was once land of the pure and five rivers

Only to become land of the deadly killers

Our minds and hearts, grievous bodily wounds and scars will never heal

For this Sikh holocaust we so deeply and strongly feel

Head high and chin up we walk on for we are made to take such ordeal, we are cast strong from steel

1984 what a mighty ordeal

Keep it real; just make sure you keep it

real

Over and out

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Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

Great poems!!!!!!! I'm inspired to put up a kavita i wrote a long time ago...........when i was 13 years old........................

since i m busy rite now..........i'll post it some other day.......i guess.

As the British say "WICKED!" (poems) bhenji!!!

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

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