64 years of pain, 64 years of imperialist games, 64 years of inhumane brutality, 64 years of occupation and insanity. I feel your pain, your mother is mine, I understand your right to justice, resistance is not a crime, I see your child, her smile is beautiful, She dreams of freedom as she stares into the skies above, I hear your fathers anger, his anger is just, A stone or a bullet he really isn’t fussed, He’s seen too much and enough is enough, End the silence and the pain, for our people, we must. I say there is nothing on this earth equal to love, I say I wish to restore hope though this road will be tough, I say your mothers are my own, and your children are I, Your fathers and your sons, they are no different from mine, Your sisters are my sisters and your brothers are too, There’s no need for evidence you cannot silence the truth. Many seek justice but is justice in Srinagar not justice? Cus I can tell you from my soul this aint what just is, Rape, Murder, Brutality and pain equal silence, Now tell me, are our people fighting in vain? The occupiers are strong, we won’t challenge their claims, The occupied are stronger though you do not know their names, They’ve resisted strongly for 64 years, Is there anything an old revolutionary soul could fear? You see when I look into the eyes of a man from Kashmir, He has the wisdom and the faith which allows him to be free, His children aren’t in a cage and they are not afraid, They will liberate their soil and we will, know their names, They will be our pride our honour and our gain, Whilst we were always silent, we didn’t think much of their pain. For me today marks the beginning of a change, I will plant the seeds of hope and I will begin to learn your names. You are not alone, your sister is here, To restore hope and give you faith, through the blood, sweat and the tears. |