Not This Rose

I saw a dazzling rose, Whose red petals cast blinding hues upon me. She shot her cupid arrows from the Kabaka’s backyard, And punctured the cocoon of my innocence. My heart burnt for a feel of her spangled petals, My ferocious passions lost their sturdy grip on restraint as I, like a pollen-famished bee, sniffed her whiff; I gorged on her rosy scent, like a Don Quixote. Then, I plucked her off the tribal bough; And navigated the Nile River with her, Tacked in the valves of my heart, For a cross boarder allogamy. What a welcome from my kinsfolk! Furrows ridging the faces of my kinsmen, Spittle of disgust masticating the hungry soils, Grey beards wagging and waging a silent war; Alien!