Wanderers

We are peaceful and are kind

In the search of peace of mind

We move from town to town

Surrounded by crowd

Yet we are on our own

We walk in the streets

Wearing foreign colours

We see the others in suspicion

Yes we have come across

The rivers of fire

Our blood is like oil

It helps run the machinery

Of this country

We wear sweat and toil

We have built Gurdwaras

Temples and Mosques

Our free time passes

In prayers

Pakistani, Somalians and Malaysians

Chinese, Bangladeshi and Indians

Are beaten up mercilessly

We see the Sikh’s Turban desecrated

O’ come let’s fight the enemy together

And let’s not silently die  like cowards