Poem - WE ARE DOMESTIC JEWS

We are a sturdy race,

WE, DOMESTIC JEWS.

Beaten to pulp

Sapped of our life juice

We thrive on our misery

WE ARE DOMESTIC JEWS.

Lending our experience

     With interest

Our capital is our suffering.

Our wealth :

A supple frame, a humble face

Thriving on usery

WE  ARE DOMESTIC JEWS.

Every Christ among us,

       Who bears the Cross

Is crucified.

Enchained to the past

Enchanted by the future

Little we grow in the present

We, the pillars of culture

WE, DOMESTIC JEWS.

Born a blood –tainted race,

We carry the stars of prosperity

In our wombs

WE ARE DOMESTIC JEWS,

A hardy race

Sapped of our juice, by nature’s grace.

Regimented under watchful eyes

Always put to fruitful use

WE ARE DOMESTIC JEWS,

We carry a price.

Every domestic camp

Enshrines itself on our labours

Put to industrious use

         We produce offspring

To enrich our vain masters

         We rarely make news,

                                         WE ARE ONLY DOMESTIC JEWS.

We ascend the pyres,

                To purify the dominant race

Withstand every torture

       Without a grimace

We are a mute lot

                     Bequeathed with suffering

WE ARE DOMESTIC JEWS,

Our lives have no meaning.

- Dr Suchetha Pai