My son:
Don’t be out too late
It is diabolical and dangerous
You never know what may happen
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
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My son:
Don’t speak so loud
Be aware of your surroundings
Always watch out for yourself
You are seen as
A mistake and a mishap
You don’t fit into their mould
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Shave your beard
Crop your hair to army regulation
Don’t tattoo yourself
Don’t wear trinkets
Or gold chains and rings
Moderate your attire for
They may perceive you as
A thug or good-for-nothing hoodlum
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Don’t blast the music
Loud in your vehicle
You may be thought of as
Uncivilised and uncouth
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Discard any swagger and swing
Of your natural birth walk
Walk with a gentle posture
Have a disarming, smiling presence
You could get beaten
Or shot to pieces anytime
Your life is cheaper
Than an outcast
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Don’t go out late at night
With your Indian friends
Someone might profile and identify
You as an extortionist or gangster
A body bag is not your place
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Take every conceivable
Safety precaution and prevention
To preserve and protect your life
Do not carry on yourself
Anything that can be
Construed as a weapon
Harmless as it may seem
You are seen as a weapon
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
You have to work
Harder than the rest
Smarter than the best
For you are inevitably
And inexcusably labelled as
An intoxicated, useless drunk
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Be proper with your language
No swear words or cursing
That condemnation or judgment
Is not passed on you.
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Don’t approach a lone female
Avoid them always
They may be intimidated by you
They may accuse you without
Substance or evidence
For no rhyme or reason
Other than the fact that:
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Avoid speaking your mind
Do not reveal your feelings
Conceal and camouflage
Your pain, injury and wound
Freedom is perilous
Wear the shackle of silence
Chain the stirring of conscience
Wear the mask of indifference
They will curse you
With spittle and spite
They will lash you and break you
Relinquish your right to respond
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Recognise and acknowledge
That you have no possession
In name you have a nationality
In spirit you are ‘pendatang’
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son;
Check waze every time you go out
Avoid the police road blocks
Always carry your documentation
The highest probability
That you would be
Apprehended or arrested is
A very real possibility
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
It is a tragedy to be who you are
A travesty to be what you are
To be treated with contempt
As nothing and a nobody
The trauma, trial and tribulations
To be labelled and face death
More than anyone else
The stench and stigma of guilt
Is on you even if you be
Pure, true and innocent
You are mocked and sneered at, for
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
If you have to leave us
For some distant foreign land
You may depart with our blessings
It is far better you are alive
Somewhere and somehow
The loss is a small price to pay
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Don’t dream of the promised land
Of milk and honey
Of a garden of Eden in paradise
The tale and story of your life
Is the colour of your skin
Which is offensive to some
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
Prejudice may pulverise you
Hate may hammer you
Division may batter you
Preferential treatment
May crush you in so many ways
They may throw the unwanted
Crumbs and scraps at you
Fearless with inner courage
Build your dreams piece by piece
From a thousand fragmented
Pieces of the broken glass of life
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
My treasure!
My pleasure!
My inestimable gift!
The indescribable delight of my
Heart, soul, spirit and mind
It is heart-breaking and gut wrenching
But the truth is, [for many] you are nothing
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son:
You are
A second-class citizen
An unwanted abomination
An unneeded necessity
An excess beyond need
You are abandoned
Not that you have no value
But rather, it is our nation
Their leaders and policies
Their indoctrination and brainwashing
Whose moral and spiritual
Compass of humanity is broken
It is sad but it’s true
There is no place for you, for
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
My son
Though the odds are against you
Do not despair in hopelessness
You may be bent
But never broken
Even if you know and feel
The dregs of defeat
In defiance and steely determination
Vow never to return
This injustice with hate
Stay the hand from the sword
Of revenge and retribution
Be valiant, righteous and noble
Fight with honour and dignity
Cast not a wound or injury
On any, even the opponent
Who sees and thinks of you as less
YOU ARE AN INDIAN!
AGENDA RAKYAT - Lima perkara utama
- Tegakkan maruah serta kualiti kehidupan rakyat
- Galakkan pembangunan saksama, lestari serta tangani krisis alam sekitar
- Raikan kerencaman dan keterangkuman
- Selamatkan demokrasi dan angkatkan keluhuran undang-undang
- Lawan rasuah dan kronisme
The reality of the state of affairs of Indians in this country. How sad? All their contributions for the development of this country has been forgotten
A very bad racial profiling. Should never ever happen!
Well written, however with this mindset we can never break free from the shackles of servitude.
My son, be proud to be a Indian for your rich heritage is a gift.to your country.
poem depicting the sorry state of Indians