We Bleed Red.

  

This poem was inspired from the death of Michael Brown. This kid,eighteen year old, African American Michael Brown from Ferguson, Missouri, USA was shot by a cop on the street. The cop, a white American, claims that he shot the kid in self defense and he suspected him of robbery. Michael succumbed to the injuries within minutes, and the officials later found out that he had no weapon on himself. Shooting an unarmed person six times just over suspicion is I feel a misuse of authority.Check out the link for the details.  (LINK: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shooting_of_Michael_Brown). The latter part of this poem takes a bit of a look at racism issues.

It’s a story of a lovely young lad,

Charming, caring and compassionate,

A promising life and a million dreams he had,

Adventurous, artistic, articulate.

Walking down the street one fine day,

Two gun shots, were the last thing heard,

A painful wail, no words to say,

Silence in the air as, his cold eyes stared.

A soft thud, as his body hit the floor,

His backpack fell, his books scattered,

A sight so appalling and abhor,

A disgusting reality, once again discovered.

On an empty road his limp body lay,

In a pool of blood so dark,

Without any remorse his killer walked away,

Not a single word spoken, no remark.

It’s not the fight against crime,

It’s not the war against sins,

It happens over and over, time after time,

This is the battle against the color of the skin.

Sometimes fought with weapons,

While sometimes words suffice,

Increasing rapidly and for no reason,

You can see how it tears apart so many lives.

But if we rip the skin apart,

It’s all the same inside,

All of us have a crimson beating heart,

Black, brown, white, or yellow is just the wrapper outside.

Still some say white can rule the world,

But you need to be careful with the others,

It doesn’t take a genius to crack their code,

It’s the color of the skin that really gets them bothered.

Separated by borders,

Separated by regions,

Separated by color,

Separated by religions.

Our language, country, accent may differ,

Yet we all fall under the same category,

Haters, peacemakers, everyone altogether,

We all have the same ancestry.

We all came from Eve and Adam,

Our differences ain’t differences but variety,

Hope these words won’t be forgotten,

Each person has a beautiful personality.

We share the same sky,

We breathe the same air,

We love, we hurt, we smile, we cry,

And when cut we all bleed red.

-Yusra.Shaikh