Oh Mother, my dear mother
Out of your womb I was born
Yet my brothers say I ain't your son
Just cus my faith is different
Oh mother, don't shed tears
When you see me cut in pieces
To you will I join
Even if they burn me alive
I won't raise my finger against them
Even when my house is razed
For I love them the way you love
The way my God loves me and them
I'll only pray that they be forgiven
For they know not what they do
The very words that I was taught
By those whom your own children kill
Oh mother, don't cry
When you see your children kill
Oh mother, please don't cry
When you see blood stains on the carpet
No matter what they say or believe
You and me know we are your children
I was born of you and will die on your lap
The very land I started to walk
The faith will never break
By the axes and swords they cut with
The truth will never burn
In the fire that they burn us in
To the slaughter house of my brothers will I walk
Silently like the lamb, like my God
But please don't cry when the axe falls
For it's not my enemeys but brothers that drink my blood
Oh mother, my dear mother
Through you I came, to you will I return
Not by what they say, but by truth
Oh mother India, please don't cry
This I dedicate to my brothers and sisters who are butchered by my own brothers
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