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Brotherhood and Bigotry
Why do we fight, just cause we don't agree? Seems like we have enough to waste of time and energy. They made Shylock antagonist but really he was more right than he was Jew for we all have the same eyes to view, the same organs, senses and affections too. We're similar in so many ways, yet we obsess over our differences for days. We discriminate against those others- the disabled the destitute and the gays . A black man, George Floyd was killed over a 20 dollar bill and once Jamsetji Tata could not enter an inn because of the colour of his skin . They didn't like the trans woman's voice, the black man's hair they despised. The villagers believed they were so much different from them that they fought them and condemned right under the eyes of their beloved Totem whose chants they knew all so well "Love thy neighbour" at the church they'd tell yet they wouldn't accept a foreign immigrant and people even slightly different. "She's black and fat and ugly", they said like beauty's not subjective. She was only nine then and of her body she was never again acceptive. Her mother told her she's lovely but nothing no one said could help the words of those few had imprinted on her like a tattoo. In a little village far away, gossip travelled fast. Small or big no secret would last . The village found out he married a muslim girl. They beat him with stones and sticks, they were done with his foolish tricks. Returning back from a temple a woman said about another couple "they're inter caste, their marriage won't last " over the poor couple a jinx had been cast. The villagers cast jinx on the "jinxed castes" the villagers wouldn't touch their hands or visit their lands. These castes were deemed untouchable. We're more similar than we think, More like each other than we believe. We emphasise too much on our differences instead, our similarities we should see. A world where Hindus and Muslims don't fight. One world where all the races unite. A place where brotherhood beats bigotry is the world as I'd like it to be.
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