top of page

Equality

Updated: Feb 8, 2024

By Myra Gupta


Earth, what a beautiful place,

It’s our galaxy’s face.

We have heard about its wars,

But the true one, not at all.

We have been divided into classes, genders and races,

Where are the explanations.

I speak in the classes voice,

Upper classes rejoice!

The Upper class is respected like a lord,

But Middle and Lower remain ignored.

Genders are kept as Female and Male,

Accusing the other comes before hearing the tale.

Always listening to arguments about either is better,

Have we no right to have fun and be together?



Making fun of a girl to play video games,

Aren’t you ASHAMED?

Always hearing shouting and screaming,

To hear this, I am now crying:

“Boys are stronger”,

“Girls are prettier”. 

Why to be so oblivious?

18th Century’s trend was previous.

We should be equal and always support each other,

But my friends always reply “Why bother?”

I don’t want to hear whichever is the best,

To fix this, I have a quest.

Races, we know of,

To see THIS: I scoff.

Go away! This is for whites,

I just see the black’s heart been sliced.




A colour of skin can’t define,

My words are “Oh why!

Are Muslim and Hindu are always supposed to be at war?

No, not at all.

It doesn’t matter if you’re the total opposite from each other,

Let’s try to be better.

Mark my words, or should I say Marthin my words,

Marthin Luther King Jr. said:

Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that,

How true is the fact.

None of us should be separated,

For maybe the others heart is obliterated.

Now I have said what I needed,

I hope I have succeeded.


By Myra Gupta



Recent Posts

See All
Dumb or In Love

By Kavya Mehulkumar Mehta are poets dumb — or just in love? to the world, they may seem dumb, but for them, love is inevitable. poems are reminders of love that can’t be forgotten, shan’t be forgotten

 
 
 
A Future So Azure

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Tomorrow looms unsure, muffled by the deep Thumbs twiddling, barriers never-ending, failure and nothing to reap At the shore lie the choices, imposing, leading to journeys impo

 
 
 
Letting Go In Layers

By Inayah Fathima Faeez Some part of us is cold and shrivelled, In a body of seemingly endless depth. Some part of us is heavy and dishevelled, Misery filling an unending breadth.  Some part of us is

 
 
 

Comments

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet

Add a rating
bottom of page