Racial And Religious Hatred That Leads To Tragic Consequences
They had nothing to say to each other, thirty
children in a camp.
Plucked like hard green mangoes, sharp with the tang
of distrust; and deposited,
sweating nervous mango-milk,
into a single gunny bag-
not knowing what to expect-
But fear, of course- that was always expected,
They had been taught to expect it from their mother’s lap.
So they held their faces carefully blank, as taught;
expressionless- behind still masks
sullen suspicion lurking. Always on their guard,
what was coming next?