I know you. You and yours
persecuted and savaged my forebears
exiling them, subjugating them
enslaved them, humiliated and
slaughtered them. I know you.
You have fled the savage domination
of your own separated by sect
not tribe and wreaking havoc on
yours. You've come here seeking
refuge, the very state of being that rejected
haven to mine. I know you, your
face and your voice, your culture
and its death cult. In my home you
are called upon to reject that culture
not as a guest but a loyal citizen
cleaving to values suddenly yours, too.
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