A mountain of bodies, in four trucks disposed In an empty well, dozens more found a home. Women and children, no one was spared. Even the police, did not seem to care.
We begged the gun-toting police, Sir, let our innocent children go He questioned their innocence and said Aaj marna hai tum ko!
They surrounded us and doused us with petrol and kerosene They burned us alive; I screamed I cried, at the bottom of the human pile, still alive Six of my family, none have survived, my baby boys I watched them die The government can give us money but will it really suffice? Cash cannot replace justice, how do you put a price on their lives?
The women who tried to escape, they were molested Their mouths were clamped, their clothes were torn Kausar she stood beside me, with a child, unborn Her womb was slit open, the foetus impaled on a sword.
At the graveyard he sits, counting the dead bodies Not a sight for human eyes, hamari bhi himat tuti
Wherever there was an attack, women were raped Their bodies still scarred, each mark tells the tale. Another family of seven, hid in a field for two days Found by the mob who stole their money and killed them anyway.
Jafri was dragged into the street and forced to parade naked Refusing to say "Jai Shri Ram" they beheaded and burnt his remains
Think of the hate they create Of all the lies they spread Hindu or Muslim, it doesn’t matter Religion should be dead.
Motherfucking religious leaders Brainwashing the gullible fools Creating an army of religious warriors To fight a war that can bear no fruit.
Mandir bhi le lo, masjid bhi le lo Magar tum hamare lahu se na kheloTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
