Genocide

Look, those days are bygone

When people hardly moved on.

They sticked with their own kind

Didn't need anything else to find.

Joy and happiness in every door

Didn't need any dangerous to ur.

Food drink and home they needed

With family, farm remained glad.

It was sin, leaving family, village

Agriculture land and the Ganges.

None trusted an alien foreigner

With differences as a stranger.

But now things have been changed

Global sharing let be arranged.

You don't have to keep old arab name

Nor Indian Chinese Russian title fame.

The host or new country is very kind

Just move on and broaden the mind.

Name can be changed so is taste of food

Unify with others and change your mood