conpiracymonki Posted February 17, 2002 Share Posted February 17, 2002 [b][u]Because[/u] [u]I?m[/u] [u]a[/u] [u]Muslim[/u] You see my cap, And you laugh. You see my dress, And you mock. You see my beard, And you scheme. As I walk passed you, You spit in my face. I hate you for the moment. But then I forgive you. But only because my forgiveness brings me higher, and drags you lower. You?re digging your own grave. You?re six-foot under, Spade in hand, and still digging. You don?t understand me. I wipe the spit with my hand And walk on. You?re confused. I don?t get angry, or cry Like the others. I just?keep on living. You decide to confront me. New racist technique? You step in front of me, And block my path. ?You know, I only do this to you because you?re different. Because you go to mosque? What? So you expect me to drop the act, So you can pick on another thing? I decide to see how this plays. I go to another mosque, So you think I?ve stopped. ?You know, I only do this to you because you?re different. Because you wear those clothes? What? So now you expect me to slowly Lose my identity because you spit on me daily? I ignore your weak attempt At trying to convert me. Trying to make me drop the uniform. The code of honour. The pride. Yes, it?s OK for the Jewish To wear their own religious gear, And the Priests to have their Collars, But not us to have our dress? Racism. So now I?m a terrorist. Easy to target, Yet feared by the people. New excuse to walk on me. Almost believable too. Except you forget I?m not a dog. It?s not the guns, or the stereotypical Mullah You fear and hate. Not the cap, turban, beard, or covering. It?s the fact I?m a Muslim.[/b] [i]I?ll stop stomping on your daisies When you get out of my garden[/i] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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