Minorities Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Is there a place for minorities?
Insulted maltreated here and there,
Hated and killed every where,
Deprived of livelihood and amenities,

Some are the doctors, some engineers,
Don't get a job to feed a family,
Second class citizens, humans partly,
Although in a field, they are pioneers.

Every day a news, some one killed,
For his language, for his belief,
Neither a criminal nor mischief,
Who has killed him, who should be billed?

They don't speak the language you speak,
They don't believe, what you believe,
Fatigue for them to have an achieve,
Although deserve the highest peak.

Differ in color, control your nerve,
May be good for your own community,
May be useful for humanity,
Live and let them live and serve.