On the 65th Day

We cry out for a little change of your help and prayer
We long to sleep, eat, wear and go like one
We wanna go
Kneel down for prayers and sing His praises together in the church.

Our children say
Give us books not guns
We wanna wear uniforms and go to schools with school bags
Our classrooms, teachers and friendships were just the echoing green now
Help us to answer them.

We were born here
We are not foreigners, we have nowhere else to go
We love the tricolour we are Indian
Give us refuge

We want food not war and bloodshed
Give us time to work and rest, our children are hungry
We’ve no more bread.

We wanna see a doctor
Who can treat our ailing people
Lest we die even of mild sicknesses
It’s been 65 days we haven’t seen a doctor

We wanna have a city
Where we could earn our livelihood
Where we find minister’s secretariat and police
Where we find friends, offices, universities, hospitals, aeroplane, trains and busses
Books, internet and televisions

We want peace and security
We wanna live, we need food,
We need clothes, we need shelter, we need all.