Sunday Poem By Dikshak Bose

The Rabbit with the Red Bow

The rabbit with the red bow
once spoke about his greatest show.
The rabbit with that matte red bow
then began with his words in one beautiful flow.

He spoke about a race named human’s,
he said they were great but only lacked greatness.
They believed in being one single colourful race,
but divided themselves being racist, just to ace.
They were two kinds in gender for one family,
but which family fights to get an equality?
They were a race which faithed in one creation
but they believed in thousands of creators.
They were a race who lived on one visible land,
but fought for drawing invisible lines with their hand.
They were a race who detached their name animal,
but ironically they still go for hunts to eat.
They were a race who saw the peigion for peace,
but with the guns & shells coated in grease.
They were a race who were never more pure,
they would make you wear a red bow
and might stop your blood’s red flow.
You actually never know!