The Bully

The Bully

By Harjit Singh Lakhan

Racist ruffian, low-down scum
Foul mouthed thug do you think its

fun
To beet up a kid who's half your

size?
Knock his turban and punch his

eyes
He gets good grades and it makes

you sick
Turban-head's clever and you're so

thick.

You push and punch and steal his

lunch
You swing your fist his nose goes

crunch
Bleeding Paki! Bloody Paki!
Swear a lot then steal his money
Grab his arms - push him to the wall
Punch! Crunch! He takes the fall
Kick! Spit! Watch him crawl
Walk away from his crying call.

Lessons start at the school from hell
Classroom's more like a prison cell
Sitting in his blood stained clothes
Tears in his eyes and a busted nose
Bully boys don't stop their taunting
No teacher saw his daily haunting
No teacher said you're a lion Singh
Be BRAVE, be STRONG but never

give in
School bell rings:"Bye-Bye friends I

ain't coming to hell again!"

Running home as fast as he can
No one knows his secret plan
Up the stairs for freedom calls
He escapes from his body walls
Free at last from the violence
Hangs himself in deathly silence.

Where he ends we begin
Bullies won't kill another Singh
Unite as CHILDREN make the

change
Don't let things stay the same
We want freedom - no more crime
We want freedom all the time
No more Singhs will die this way
Unite as CHILDREN - fight them

today!

CHILDREN unite
It's time to fight
The Bully boys
The racist noise
Don't live in dread
Tell the teacher instead
You're not alone
Let your trouble be known

(dedicated to Vijay Singh, aged 13

who hanged himself at home after

being bullied at school)