| Before, During and After the Sojourn |
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| Monday, 08 May 2006 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A jargon I call poem Before They say it snows in their land Never before have I seen snow How does it look like? Is it white like their skin colour? But how come they are white? I shall see I shall see They say long cars ply their streets Water in their home, electricity too And without blink! For my land I dream of these things I shall see I shall see
During And I see wonder in their land From airport to my host dome And I mouth to myself: Should I adopt a new mum? Road paved with traffic direction Mini railway zooming swiftly in the street And as fast as wind, unlike our Molue And I say to my soul: Is it because they have pointed nose? Is that why things work in their land? Will ask rulers in my land
After And they feed sweet words in my ears I mean rulers in my land: The future looks bright Hope I must nurse Like those before me, Who died chewing same hope Without seeing that furure. But must I listen? As they confuse me further With God and religion To put me in my permanent place
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Posted by Robot| 08.05.2006 19:35