One day, they will come after me
One day, the bullet will be in my body
When my lifeless, warm body touches the ground
They will put a label on me.
Only the faith I followed will be my label.
Disregarding everything else that made me a human.
Masjid, Church, Synagogue, Mandir
One or the other.
They will just add the word “shooting” after that.
It will happen
Over and over again
Just like it has happened
Over and over again.
Because while we condemn the hand that holds the gun
We do nothing to erase the labels.
We do nothing to eradicate hate.
We do nothing to educate the minds.
Our hearts and minds are closed for people who don’t look like us
And don’t worship the same God. Or who don’t worship at all.
One day
The bullet will come
And they will put a label on me.
March 16, 2019
Semantic Blackout 
Heart touching poem. “ we do nothing to educate the mind”— this is unfortunate but reality😕
It’s a very nice poem. A bitter truth expressed with sadness. Sad but I also find it somehow encouraging.
“Our hearts and minds are closed for people who don’t look like us”. So very true! We believe what we want to believe even if that’s not the truth!
Just so beautiful!