A Collection of Poems

Crusade

Written for a poetry competition and given the theme 'Crusade.' 

I am feared. 

I am silenced.

I am wronged

Because I wear a cloth on my head.

You call your country free

But it is not that for me

If I cannot put on

What others take off.

I am sorry

I am blamed.

I am to

Apologise for the crimes of strangers;

Stranger yet,

You are omitted to apologise for

The Endless War these crusaders

Have waged on us.

My skin is a weapon;

Mass destruction.

They aren't racist

Because their hatred and prejudices

Are justified in their seeing eyes.

And what would you know of racism?

You reap the benefits of

The institutionalised system.

We are the enemy.

Peace is wrong.

I am radical

Because I pray five times a day

To a God they seem not to know.

And what would you know of propaganda?

Your news show the Muslims

Killing and butchering and terrorising.

Muslim means terrorist to you,

Not submission.

And I see it to be true that

I will always be treated with suspicion.