Hate Crime

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