I Still Live Here
I still here in the land of my mother
Though my brothers deny siblings
sweet life in this land of milk and honey
the streams of sweet life flows on.
The powerful fly away as bats,
when the sun has put her nose on pillow
but come back when bed bugs bite them
in the land they did not suckle its udders
Those born with three bags of seeds between them,
tear their way through the grids of orderly life
taking the delicious liver of the land of my mother
swallowing it alone without care and shame
Chocking and burning their throats as often happens
they spit and hold their throats in tears.
As the pain bites and reminds them of their injustice,
dogs appear from the jungles and enjoy the disturbed share
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2016
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