A dead body --->> Rasheed

Tribute to fallen Jahajis.

A sudden end, a heartless kill,
Another Jahaji on the ground lay still.

His only "crime" was his heritage,
As the gunman took advantage.

Guns are the weapons of choice,
Used every day to silence our neighbour's voice.

Yet still, the government and Amnesty says nothing,
Surely this individual's life must worth something.

Thousands cut down in a bloody discourse,
Death devours with no remorse.

When will this tragedy end,
Mortal man cannot comprehend.

The saddened face of the children, tells a story,
Of pain anguish and an endless misery.

A father, a mother , a brother , a sister gone forever,
There future determined by an evil murderer.

Voices echoes across the nation's homes,
The unbearable pain of loved one's groan.

The tyranny of an evil society locked in racial ignorance,
Why, oh why, after all we never intended this existence.

The gift of life was determined for all,
Until the day when our number is called.

When will the violence stop,
This evil started by a wicked despot.

This government has become indifferent to pain,
The blood of Jahaji's across Guyana has stained.

Who will hear our cry, who will hear our voices,
Tomorrow an evil gunman will make his choices.....

Arise oh Jahajis and defend your families,
Stop the evil race from their vengeful hate.

 

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Wed, 10 Dec 2003 23:22:30 -0800 (PST)
[IndianCaribbean] Tribute to fallen Jahajis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

British Ambassador to Guyana    

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The article below came from Khem Harrinarine and is about the fallen jahaji's descendants, who were executed by lazy Afro Guyanese bandits . 

 

 

 

A writer  to Stabroek news  dated  June 01, 2003, mentioned in a letter, that the East Indian population was subjected to crude discrimination and savage terror under certain governments of the past.

 

 

 

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