Paki Pigeon

'Vermin' you called us

Well me and my race

You hide behind an Iphone

Person with no face

There you are eating our food

What curry have you got there today

And let me remind you

That some of us ‘rats’

Changed some of your fate

Sentenced to life

Or dead in a morgue

It’s because of us that there’s more of you

Yet we don’t ask for applause

We’re good people

As are you

Your minds are just poisoned

With the worlds sticky brown goo

I’m not angry

And not really upset

Just makes me sad

That this world is so bad

That one set of people are depicted as mad

We ain’t strapped up in bombs

Islam means PEACE

Not war

But if only you saw

The world through the eyes of a brown man

Then maybe like me you’d make a stand

But thanks for your words

More fuel for my fire

More ignition

More ammunition

More gas for desire

I ain’t gassing

Nor laughing

Nor crying

Just slowly dying and fighting

Hoping to see that change I wish to see in the world

Where men and women are separate to the boys and the girls

Be you

Be me

Be free

And even after everything you said

I still sometimes wish I was a pigeon

With a lot more worth than their continuous depiction

I guess I actually am a pigeon

Flying heads and shoulders over your miniscule minds

A pigeon discovered Prophet Noah’s great find

Don’t judge

Don’t hate

Don’t discriminate

This average pigeon could be your most special mate.