Day 15 : Prejudice

January 15 Polite company Its never a good idea to discuss religion or politics with people you dont really know. Agree or disagree?

In this happy neighbourhood,
once lived a young Muslim boy
innocent and handsome in appearance
Always carrying a radiant smile on his face
withholding no evil whatsoever in his heart
kind with elders and playful with children
still a college student, with high aspirations,
the only son of a young widow mother, the only hope,
her only reason to smile in a pitiful condition,
everything was going around just fine,
from a sad past they both had recovered quite well,

but then, it happened, something no one had imagined,
a plane blew away some famous building of the world,
in chaos and turmoil, emerged the name of few people,
and everything just began to fall apart,
unknown and unrelated to the people who caused the damage,
the boy started to get picked up randomly on the streets,
the people who he had always been helful, began frowning at him,
soon, he was isolated in the midst of the crowd,
being blamed for the things he could had never even thought of,
bullied and beaten, prejudiced and victimized,
from college to neighbourhood, from morning till midnight,
voices of strangers screaming at him, making him feel bad,
feel bad of the crime he never was guilty of,

he was still too young to handle all this depression,
frustration and tension; scared and deserted,
he couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t strong enough,
with his mother anxiously knocking the bathroom door,
soaked with blood he fell asleep on the floor
things could had changed, he could had moved somewhere else,
but he decided to move once and for all,
in a attempt to run away from situations,
he did what he shouldn’t had done.


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