Uighurs

My Uighur brother

You may not know me anymore

but I still know you.

We used to get into fights

Keep each other up at night

Make paper airplanes

I was Orville and you were Wilber Wright

Together, we ascended new heights

On TV, we Watched MJ take flight

But one day, you were snatched from my sight.

My best friend was stolen by a thief

A thief unlike the ones I heard about

He dressed sharply in a suit and tie

His government job was an alibi

He said the Muslims don’t comply

There was no sleight of hand

He ripped you away from me slowly.

It feels like a bad dream

You know those dreams where you keep falling

Or the ones in which you pass away

Well mine is even more appalling

Because I still haven’t woken up.

By Anonymous