Suspicion....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Jun 07, 2017

"Look long, and hard at your neighbour, now carefully study their face,
what is the reason they're here? Is this country, really their place?
Are they plotting, and scheming, to inflict terror, and pain?
In the name of a religion, what are they trying to gain?
Creating a pure hatred, that wasn't there before,
breeding a dislike of the stranger living next door.
Our eyes must now be more observant, suspicion a must,
long gone are the days, when we always had trust.
These "people" enjoy Killing! have no respect for our law,
enough is enough!.....you're not welcome here anymore!"

 

Tags: sad, anger, pain, hate, fear,

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The Wave Poet commented on Feb 15, 2018 at 6:03pm
I like how the anger and fear are transmitted. This poem really reflects the pain and frustration. Really liked it.
Ms. Micki commented on Feb 17, 2018 at 4:15am
This floating rock in space and time belongs to all those called humans Man tries to draw slippery geographic lines disappearing in political agendas time when one day we might unite A time when creatures afar remind us who we are Beautifully sensitive human lights in need of acceptance love and compassion for all...
A previous user commented on Feb 17, 2018 at 2:08pm
I look at my neighbour and see that he looks at his other neighbours this way. He's terrified of the stories yet never had anything bad happen to him or his neighbourhood. It really shows how information and the spread of propaganda can be used to incite emotion. Even I feel that way sometimes and I don't know why logic takes over and I'm sound of mind again. to cut to the chase, it shows how humans deal with differences in a nutshell. I can relate and I know most in America right now can or knows people that can. Good piece of writing that. Well done.
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 18, 2018 at 2:01pm
Nicely written
Frank Hornby . commented on Mar 19, 2018 at 8:56am
Thanks everyone for taking the time to read, and comment....👍🏻✌️

 

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