Hate Crime Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Tonight the siren will be blown
And I will hide under the bed
Where in the darkness mosquitoes breed

There will be sound of explosions
May be a mile from where we live
Me with my widow mother
But they don't care we eat or not

Tonight there will be darkness
All around and electric poles
In front of our home will look like
Headless ghosts and starving
Against the light of the faded moon

My mom will weep
Sitting by the hearth fire
Remembering my dad
And how he had taken care
Of us during time of crimes

Tonight they will throw
Grenades at us
They say we are black minority
In their land