Label

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


4 comments

  1. It’s a very nice poem. A bitter truth expressed with sadness. Sad but I also find it somehow encouraging.

  2. “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!

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