“My Earth, Your Earth (The Sonnet) My America fosters the spirit of self-correction, Your America lies in the continuation of exploitation. My England lives in a willful drive for making amends, Your England lies in deliberate denial of historic mess. My Australia battles to assimilate those once wronged, Your Australia boasts proudly atrocious plunders as tradition. My India is the most radiant beacon of multiculturalism, Your India is a septic tank of prehistoric nationalism. I wish I could tell you, you and I are the same, but we are not. My earth is a celebration of people, Your earth is chained to dead customs.”
Book:The Divine Refugee