“They ain’t the same!” journos exclaimed
“Unlike, uncouth, Syrians, Afghans, …
They’re, chic, White Christians, not, Arabs, shamed
Like, thru crowded streets, kicked, spent, tin-cans!”
‘Race’ matters most, in this, ethnic ‘race’
To stay, ahead, of the, lesser ‘species’
Better be, Fair-Skinned, with, Angelic face
Unlike, Non-Whites, who look, like disease!
What, has estranged, West, from, the East
A self-proclaimed, haughty, hegemony
Or the servitude, they earned, in bequest
Who now, lament, their lives’ ignominy!
Neither skins, will change, with evolution
Nor the faith, that, our fear, glorifies
There can’t, be an, ethnic revolution
With “Blond Hair, Blue Eyes …” And A Pride, Full Of Lies!
© 2022 Vikas Chandra