Driving down Galle Road
A stop sign pulls me over
I comply and roll the shutter down
A man in khaki steps beside me
Yes, officer, I have an identity
But you’re not going to find it
On the back of a card
You will never know who I am
Or everything I’ve done
Or if I do believe
The Earth revolves around the Sun
What is it to you to which religion I belong?
Which class, caste, creed, or race that I run?
I am but human, just as much as you
So what am I still doing here?
Officer, are we through?