Assimilated Away Poem by Eric Mwenda

This arms this body bears
are not its own,
the handshakes are forged,
neither is this step style
born of this body
nor its pace
yet i bounce
and call this mine

this pride is stolen
from many a soft heart
that paid homage to the imposter,
i laugh and cry accordingly
dont be fooled
this trumping isn't purposeful
but instituted programmes
trained under keenfull eye
of a crooked society
long built,
still we build

it was early in the days
yes
slowly but surely
i lost contact with the boy;
his touch was gentle
and his smiles were sincere

i left him out
while i dined with the society,
now my conscience creaks under the weight,
how i reminisce
in awe
of afternoons filled with laughter
how badly i wish to retrace my steps
but its all gone now

i left him alone
in torrenting cold years
till the unrelenting years disolved him
now
now he is no more