Why?

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#Minnesota by Dustin Pickering

Sometimes,

 

One needs to get away from

the torrid darkness of words.

A darkness that annihilates.

Swirling, twirling a blackness

laced with blood, anger, hate

 

Marginalised

 

—   Sometimes from a brutal knee

Sometimes a mob or a bloody bullet kiss —

 

Violent Death

 

Drops in the ocean

connect all lands

called continents

 

Mourning

Mothers’ Teardrops linked by oceans

 

Each drop, each colour of sand,

make this beautiful Earth

this gracious land.

 

Each beam of sunshine

brings hope to mankind

 

Hope of Life renewed

Hope in the songs of

twittering birds

 

Are Love and Harmony

Crippled, Killed by gold-topped Hate?

 

Marginalised by race,

Marginalised by colour

Marginalised by creed

Marginalised, different

 

Does different mean to separate, to hate, to violate?

 

When will Liberty sing of Love and only Love, Tolerance and Grace?

 

Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and founding editor of Borderless Journal.


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