Injustice at our doorstep

An excerpt from Valerictorian gripped me today:

I was nine.

One afternoon,

a commotion drew me

to the window.

A Chinese man,

highly likely a construction supervisor,

was barking into the face

of an Indian worker.

His words

 were

ugly, wicked and inhuman.

As he spluttered on,

the pudgy bully

pounded his

 victim's head

with a long, rolled up document.

Heartbreaking.

Anger.

Tears.

I tiptoed,

pressed my face

as much as I could against the window grills

and

yelled,

with all the power in my lungs,

'SHUT UP!'

Then,

I didn't know what else 

I could do for the

Indian man.

It happens, at our doorstep. 

Stand in the gap.