Lost
You say I’m a pagan,
playing a lute in deep moonlight;
playing tunes that revere Mother Nature.
You say I’m a wizard,
because I can read your palms,
and tell what is in store for you
in the future,
whether sweet or nasty.
You say I’m a savage,
because my chest is bare,
and my face marked with chalk,
marking the stars of our gods…..
“You are lost!” you tell me.
Many people have died in your hands,
because they don’t follow your belief,
or believe what you see as true.
Innocent lives have been burnt at the stake,
because you believe they are a mistake
before your god.
Lands of the original settlers have been stolen;
Priestesses and princesses have been raped;
Ancestral monuments have been toppled
to the ground or cast to the sea…..
You have destroyed all what defines us today,
in hope, identity and destiny.
I ask, who’s lost?
Date: 4/2/2016
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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