Sunday 1 November 2015


Little Sammy steps out in the street
Dressed up as a fearsome fellow
His face is pale, his fangs are long
His jacket bright red and yellow.
Sammy goes tricking, Sammy goes treating
Brings home sweets with a happy sigh –
While his parents watch horror movies
Zombies, ghosts or human fly.

Little Abdul steps out in the street
His eyes all wide and wary
Clutching the edge of his checked kaffiyeh
A shield against a world so scary.
Somewhere above, in the inky sky
On soaring wings, a shadow flies
A finger moves, a lever pressed
A roar, a flash, and Abdul dies.

Sammy’s parents sip red wine, and kiss
Abduls’ weep their child’s red blood
Somewhere, fear’s sold in the marketplace.
Somewhere, it comes in on the flood.
Sammy’s parents will go off to work
Tomorrow, Sammy will run off to school
And Abdul’s father - 

Abdul’s father will pick up a gun.
And there are no more rhymes
In his world
Or in his wife’s
Ever again.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2015


  1. What do Sammy's parents say? They say, "We trust our president". Then they forget, if they were ever aware.

  2. I wonder how many people here are still stupid enough to trust our president?


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