RACISM; FOREVER LOOKING
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Isaac Brooke, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2012
I see families being torn apart like rope.
The reek of dispair is terrible, it burns my throat.
The sobs of tiny children are fingernails on a blackboard.
Even the amazing native animals are anxious for their carers.
And I am just looking, forever looking.
The superior smugness from the caucasians makes me sick.
And the people, they are disgraced for nothing but a dirty rag which smothers the person inside.
The anger in their eyes is grand to see. it is an unquenchable fire which will live forever,
I hear the battle cries of fighting parents, like the roar of tigers defending their cubs.
But when they concede i think fight, fight on.
I hear the crackling of fire and smell the fear. It is never ending, like the circumference of a circle.
And I feel the squishy mud under my feet like a soft carpet,
the rough wood of the tree under my smooth hand,it is my only friend;the only one to support me.
The moist air surrounds me, pressuring me.
And my crushing conscience is yelling at me for looking, forever looking.