To Kill a Mockingbird
By Charlene, Jess, Faeeza and Thecla
Summer,
Three friends playing around Maycomb,
They sit. They wait. They wonder,
When will the monster come out?
School,
A bad place for her,
When she thought she can learn,
She ended up fighting.
Nigger!
That’s what they called,
Poor him, a mockingbird,
Who will be in trouble.
Again, again and again,
A fragile girl told a lie, a white lie,
To protect herself
And cover her with veils of innocence.
The mockingbird dies,
The grudge never dies,
But, the grudge kills himself,
And everyone kept silent.
At last,
The monster came out.
It wasn’t a monster.
A hero we call him.
“You never really know a man until you step in shoes and walk around in them.”
September, 29 2010.
Taken from a Teslian blog
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