Ram Mohamed Singh Azad

Born in Punjab in 1899
From the bottom of the ladder, at the end of the line
His mother died when he was three, soon after came his dad
After that he lost the only brother that he had
When the World War came, he signed up, traveled far
When it was over he came home to Amritsar

He was serving water to all the people
Gathered in the garden for the festival
When the soldiers opened fire, between the four walls filled
With thousands of families, a thousand people killed
He began to organize with others of like mind
Then he knew he had to leave his home behind

Ram Mohamed Singh Azad went across the sea
To strike a blow in the cause of liberty

He was called many names, but the one his comrades knew
Was written on his arm in the form of a tattoo
He spent years in prison, arrested by the Crown
The leader of his party by the British was gunned down
From India to Africa he ventured forth
Finally he made it to the north

All the lords of India at Westminster had assembled
Including the butcher of Punjab, the governor general
Security was tight but he managed to hide
A revolver in his bag as he got inside
He pointed his pistol, and he aimed it well
As he walked up to the lectern the governor fell

Ram Mohamed Singh Azad didn’t try to run
He awaited his arrest and was taken off to prison
In the year of 1940, the 31st of July
They put a noose around his neck and in Pentonville he died
Hindus, Sikhs, and Muslims, and others gathered round
In Punjab where they laid his ashes in the ground