Would I have had a better chance...
Would I have had a better chance...
Would I have had a better chance...
in India? Where I was born...
in the land of my ancestors.
In that respect, I was lucky!
Only I had to leave...
I had to leave...
to leave...
India, my homeland.
Never to return, not even after I die.
When did I die?
How did I die?
How did I know this for a fact?
Under the circumstances, am I still alive?
I know because the past predicts...
the past predicts...
predicts the future for all humankind.
Let me just say...
I may have had a better chance...
a better chance...
a better chance...
elsewhere.
Despite all appearances to the contrary...
America lacks an indigenous culture.
Through hate, rape and murder...
we killed any bonding culture.
We killed all the Native Americans.
The indigenous culture before Columbus.
Before the Age of Discovery by Europe.
Before Manifest Destiny.
Before we lost our innocence.
And so, we make shit up as we endure...
go on...
go on...
go on...
But nothing ties us all as one people.
Not the Constitution...
Not Independence Day...
Not the upcoming Presidential election.
I may have had a better chance in India.
No one will ever know...
However since...
since I...
since I was brought here to witness...
the crucifixion...
the crucifixion...
the fucking crucifixion...
of equality...
of democracy...
of humanity.
And so, I must accept my role as observer...
not as participant...
in the impending civil war.
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