• Poem by Maaz Bin Bilal

    Will there be another holocaust?

    March 20, 2017

    In our own lifetimes? Of another people, in
    another part of the world, or its many parts? Will they be vaporised,
    or chemical-fried, once already demonised, hung-up, lynched, 
    raped, crucified, shot to death, hounded in and out, blockaded,
    terrified? Will their children die, torn out of wombs, or drowned
    in the seas, bombed on beaches and schools, the innocent fools,
    burned locked in their societies, will the stench of their burning 
    flesh fill the breeze? The world throws up its strong men, as we speak,
    using their rhetoric, their political acumen, to rile up the insecurities,
    of the majorities, about their minorities, economic, unfounded, social change,
    and fanning the needs for political revenge.  And will these majorities,
    oblivious to their realities, continue to believe, and try to achieve a world of purity,
    and racist superiority, forgetting the hard truth of their common brotherhood, in the 
    face of poverty, and increasing disparity, not of identity but between the moneyed, 
    and the wretched?

    Will there be yet another holocaust
    in our own lifetimes?


    Spread from W.G. Sebald's Austerlitz; courtesy http://designobserver.com/article.php?id=23618

    Maaz Bin Bilal is Assistant Professor at the Jindal School of Liberal Arts and Humanities. He earned his PhD in English from Queen’s University Belfast in 2015 for his dissertation on the politics of friendship in E. M. Forster’s work.

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