suggestion to a pogrom seeker

by Marocharim

look how you build the walls
that i cannot climb or scale
entombing us in rocky halls
where an echo meets a wail
leaving us with our own cabals
now slaves: to whip and flail.

if you so choose to leave the flag
must you disavow your race;
in distant shores if you must brag
should your heritage be erased;
if scarves and suits replace your rag
and make aryan your brown face:

to your past, if you choose to be blind
you see but shadows that lurk within.
if you choose to leave all you are behind
you can’t part with the color of your skin.
in that ghetto you build in your mind
in your hands, the cuffs that drag you in.