Oh! the perfect ethnic cleanser,
You've no ethics,
Remained as an agent of eternity,
And an excellent janitor of population,
You've no colour, cast or creed
Without any shape or smell you come,
But with a ritual,
That to take me with you
Without respect for my permission.

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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