It was 1984, when Punjab went completely crazy. I was still growing up and the questions raised by the terrorist movement seemed absurd and real at the same time. This prhyme is dedicated to the indomitable spirit of Punjab.
Holy kirpans smeared to the hilt
In innocent blood needlessly spilt
The burden of such awesome guilt
Is this how homelands are built?
Shattered loves and friendships torn
Mantles of violence justice worn
By fanatic minds of reason shorn
Is this how nations are born?
Adoloscents brainwashed and taught
The trade where life itself is bought
Where love is spurned and hate is sought
Is this how causes are fought?
Terrorists in saintly disguise
Treating faith as a merchandise
Preach dogma for their own rise
Is this where salvation lies?
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