Pogrom
Diverse people confined,
to a spacious nation with poky sense of unity
The west claimed knowledge.
East hinged on being industrious.
And the others in overall gowns claimed power.
Then, the pogrom struck.
The Holocaust.
Replayed and tagged a war.
A lopsided war fought with nothing
against a sophisticated vast nation.
They lost.
To bits and pieces.
And claimed marginalised.
For half a century.
But the real pogromists
are sitted in air-conditioned chambers
Speaking foreign accent,
and oozing lies like smoking chimneys.
At home, we brawl.
Our poisoned minds,
decimate our puppeteered selves.
Brazing and brewing horror.
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