The Lynching

A man was lynched
in the bright daylight
dragged, beaten, thrashed, stoned
with sticks, rods, rocks to death

But who was he?
What was his name?
Where did he come from?
Was he a Hindu or a Muslim?

He was father of a little child
He was a son, a brother, a husband
Or he was just a human
With flesh and blood like you and me.

People watched him die
They took photographs
They made videos
They did everything but help

Then there was no Allah
There was no Ishwar
There was no Jesus
There was no Moses to save him

Once again the humanity died
Once again the hatred won
Once again the light lost
Once again the darkness won.





Poetry by Shamshad Alam
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Written on 2018-07-23 at 20:19

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Well said.
2018-07-24