I scared a muslim today
I didn't mean to
But I did
She asked how to get to the other side of the metro
I explained
But she wasn't french
and mine wasn't any better
So I escorted her
Out of kindness
And a tinge of Western guilt
Then the lift doors closed
And we were alone
Me towering over her
Maybe ready to give her a terrible beating;
or worse!
Even I felt it
How she cowered under her chador
Shrunk down into black cloth
Just a pair of wide eyes
Staring up in terror
At what looked like
The End
And it's a sad day
For everyone
When common racial hatred
Seems like the good old days
I scared a muslim today
I didn't mean to
But I did.
You capture it so well here.
ReplyDeleteHey Shane,
ReplyDeleteI love this. Brilliant. Of all your poems, this stands out as my favourite.
Love&Inspiration,
Vee X
If she was a he and plural,who would have been 'scared?'
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