I speak your language
I eat your foreign food
I wear your clothes
Am I not a human clone?
I now burn the bodies of my dead
Meanwhile, worship your dead as saints
While I kill the unborn babies and call it freedom
Am I not an automaton?
Your history is sacrosanct
While mine is barbaric and demonic
I give my children your civilized names
Yet my names were full of meanings and oracles
I have embraced your systems of government
With it, I have become corrupt and morally decrepit
Now from the gutters I eat
Must I let this pass?
@27 August 2022
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