The Week of the Long Knives

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Less than a century ago,

The power of brotherhood and love shone,

Shone on the warriors of my land

Fighting against their white overlords


Religion was blurred

Languages assimilated into one

One true song that matched their heartbeats

—Their motherland being free from pain


Pain and sorrow were the thread

Weaving through the hearts of millions

Where Allah and Bhagwan cared for all,

Hindu or Muslim hardly mattered


Whence came the white

With their pompous 'divide et impera'

Seeds sown by their selfishness

Left to grow wild as they ran away


My countrymen fought against their brethren,

Lives lost where once love reigned

1946, you will never be forgotten,

Nor will the white perpetrators

Who drew a line that only craved for lives


Nearly eight decades since,

And once loving neighbors

Look at each other with contempt

Mock each other as if they weren't a family

And the white man says,

'Why must I care?'

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