Death Trap by Ananya S Guha

I am not a silent poet

So kill them
since they look different
a pint of beer tastes better
after death, after you have
licked blood. So you don’t
want them to work in your
country? You want them
to carry trolleys,or swing
the broom? Whatever it
is your memory is pretty
tainted. You and your people
came once, when the land was fertile
now febrile, so cut out this claptrap
and wait for the death trap.

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