Seeking a home.
The immigrant finds,
alone, hoping for,
A solitary chance.
An outside entity.
A viral threat.
A reeking odour.
and alone knowing,
that no place exists,
but that lost home.
The seeds of acceptable hate
Between the folds of faith and belief,
tucked neatly in cushioned corners,
lie the seeds of acceptable hate.
Through quaint pleasant rituals,
and joyously hummed words,
dumbed down thoughts
and dazed faces exude,
Belief wrapped in glistening foil,
faith painted in gaudy colours,
concealing the murmurs of hate,
of embraced intolerance,
and welcomed bigotry.
The seeds of acceptable hate flourish in damp fungal minds,
as indifference flowers into the silence of frozen apathy,
with blooming petals of finely measured howls of rage.
All the while the ever smiling faces beam with deep pride,
drenched in all the pious tears they've cried.
And so it is that the viral seeds of acceptable hate,
thrive among the genteel folk that quietly gaze,
in silence at the slow creeping of the horror.
As more seeds of hate are sown with manic zeal,
and in the shrieking of this cowardly silence ,
the seeds of acceptable hate,
continue to thrive,
and to germinate.
in the debris of the past,
scraps of casually discarded emotion.
in hastily trashed yesterdays,
an inkling of moments flung away.
in heaps of rubbished words,
that tiresome sigh of defeated thought.
in the layers of moulted skin
the wilting self that once was true.
in the reflections between the ripples,
for the whispered pangs of roaring desire.
in the blank eyes streaming endlessly,
an echo of the faintest sigh of new life.
Copyright © 2012 Afzal