Shylock
"if you prick us,
Do we not bleed?
If you tickle us,
Do we not laugh?"
Your crime filled eyes
Stare upon me
As if..
As if I were the devil.
Your hateful smiles,
Evolve into meere sneers.
Your fingers point,
Your smiles spit,
Your mind mocks,
But you choose no different.
"I am a Jew"
I suffer,
I'm called 'dog'
An yet...
You run to me
For money.
"I am a Jew"
Your society
Is my jail.
I'm imprisoned
By your rules,
Your religion.
"I am a Jew"
You hate me
Not for my looks,
For my house,
Nor my words...
And most certainly
Not for my money.
"I am a Jew"
Mistreated....
Misunderstood....
Alone, deserted
Even by my own daughter,
With no where to go
No one to love...
And only Christians to turn to.
"I am a Jew"
Copyright © Jessica Hartman | Year Posted 2011
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