| BULLYING: The Tragic Story of a Sikh Boy |
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THE BULLYPoem By H Singh Dedicated to Vijay Singh, aged 13, who hung himself at home in Manchester, after being bullied at school.
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 call 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 TROUBLES BE KNOWN
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