This poem - written by me in 1984 - is dedicated to the 132 children who fell to the cowardice of terrorists in Peshawar yesterday.
Give me a home
Where no terrorists roam
And the kids can play
On the streets all day
No firing, no gun shots
No killing of tiny tots
No fear in the air
No mothers in despair
No murders in religion’s name
Let’s not make life easy game
Guns are not anyone’s toy
Funerals don’t bring anyone joy
Does it matter which God I pray
Does your God hate mine, I say
Is your blood’s colour different than mine
Is your prayer and temple more divine
So, why are we all fighting each other
And killing one another’s son and brother
Is this what you really call freedom of choice
Where only one religion can have a voice
Let’s make our country, our home a beautiful place
Where peacefully can reside human race
And all of us can live together in peace
May I have my paradise back, please
Give me a home
Where no terrorists roam
And the kids can play
On the streets all day
Oh! Give me a home
Where no terrorists roam
And the kids can play
On the streets all day
Give me a home
Where no terrorists roam
And the kids can play
On the streets all day
No firing, no gun shots
No killing of tiny tots
No fear in the air
No mothers in despair
No murders in religion’s name
Let’s not make life easy game
Guns are not anyone’s toy
Funerals don’t bring anyone joy
Does it matter which God I pray
Does your God hate mine, I say
Is your blood’s colour different than mine
Is your prayer and temple more divine
So, why are we all fighting each other
And killing one another’s son and brother
Is this what you really call freedom of choice
Where only one religion can have a voice
Let’s make our country, our home a beautiful place
Where peacefully can reside human race
And all of us can live together in peace
May I have my paradise back, please
Give me a home
Where no terrorists roam
And the kids can play
On the streets all day
Oh! Give me a home
Where no terrorists roam
And the kids can play
On the streets all day