Empty beer bottles, Crushed packets of Marlboro, Graffiti on stairwells, Blond stubble on heads stuffed with hate, Me, with my circumcised brown vision, Icy blood of undefined pedigree, I am marked for slaughter In the abattoir of the Gulag. I cower behind the Swastika Chained to my door.

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