Familiar Strangers

FAMILIAR STRANGERS My heart drifts It pounds hurriedly I wasn't running I hear yours too Beating faster than her shadow Then I realise We are adorn with bait Always running from Predators Yes, men are no longer taken across Adorn with heavy necklaces and bracelets On pants into Titanics Like modern day fashion Accompanied with wine from their eyes They drank to stupor With whips sounding like applauds A continuous jubilation Baited by strangers no more But the strangers left their culture Together with their ornaments behind Invisible ornaments What an inheritance Our own now strangers Our own now prey on us Even in our Father land Another jubilation I thought it was over ©Kporho Vwede Daniel 07067333949 (IG: General Ali Official) All Rights reserved