Seeing not Believing | Harish Ramachandran (9)

Your eyes deceive you, for I cannot be seen.

Your hands falter, grasping the air trying to reach me, but in vain.

Your feet try to pinpoint the ground, but instead you can feel the resistance that I can pose.

I can be an assumption, a bias or even a hate crime, but things may not always be.

I appear as an Angelic God, with a halo light which surrounds me.

I promise peace, yet beneath that light, there hides a darkness ready to feed.

I put on a soft touch, until it starts to burn.

I slowly feast on your certainty, but soon you realise I am belligerent and kill.

There once was a place of prayer and peace.

They came to bow, to breathe, and to belong.

Hands met together, forever, bonding people.

But as soon as I came, the air filled with hatred and blindness.

All faith turned to mourning, and hope soon died.

Peace was soon broken, and the air finally cracked.

On March 15th, 2019 there laid on the ground 50 Muslims slaughtered as a result of me.

I am not one being, but my hate can fill one man.

Your eyes deceive you, for I cannot be seen.

Your hands falter, grasping the air trying to reach me, but in vain.

Your feet try to pinpoint the ground, but instead you can feel the resistance that I can pose.

For I am nothing more than a mere illusion.