Stolen 1984

You stole from us
Our men our women our kids
You stormed our holiest shrine
Sri Darbar Sahib

Watching the protest march
I have an unspoken link
Time after time
It comes to haunt

It frightens and enrages me
I feel so helpless
What can I do
Maharaj?

To meet your saints is a blessing
Will we ever get insaaf?
We will NEVER FORGET 1984