Xenophobia

Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood, Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food; Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains, I could see, within me, many terror mountains...! Visits of soothsayers, snake charmers, and vendors, Magic, jugglery, witchcraft, and comic blenders; Each one was considered a guest and was well-homed, Each, as though members, wherever they wanted, roamed...! Foreign visitors, often those with skins milk-white, Made my heart pump very fast, increasing my fright; Men sent on the query of a vivacious kind, Set blaze, like volcanoes, firing fears in my mind...! All these, yet, I feel now, had shot up like mushrooms, Age and experience swept these away like brooms; Xenophobia is a phase of growth, I learn, Some humans, yet, in this urn, eternally burn...!!! 28 April 2023 Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables