Racism Starts

• Sukhraj Singh, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The Don comes out and hits a four,
The crowd goes wild,
You can’t hear a thing,
And then…
The Don is bowled and the crowd is silent,
The Indians start to cheer,
While the fights start to break,
Everyone gets involved even the children.
Some people get knocked out and it looks very awkward,
The players get taken off the field because they are in danger,
Finally the police and security arrive,
They use capsicum spray to get control,
And then…
Everyone finally stops the fighting,
I am so relieved that my family and I aren’t hurt,
We will never go to the cricket again.