They killed a dog the other
day. He was different, they said, unlike
the others. Dangerous,
unpredictable; so they euthanized him.
Many years ago they gassed six
million people because
they were different. Unlike
the others. Might pollute
the pure race. So they
got rid of them.
Intolerance reigns.
Nothing seems to have changed in half
a century. Mindsets have
remained the same.
And to think we have evolved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem