We Forget Too Soon
We forget too soon
The pain of wet floors
The hand that tilled the soil
The anguish of a falling hope
The division and separation
The segregation and discrimination
We forget too soon
The hate of the Master
As he refused to use the same toilet
We forget those that died
We forget the tears and the blood
We forget the working mothers
We forget the lost sons
Everything is merry and dandy
And there is the Master again
Everybody claims their cause
Be that of God's
It is not of our culture
Let us roast them in hell
We forget history
As we re-live it again
poem by Kafayat Quadri
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