Away to fortune
They welcomed him with laughter
Took his luggage
Gave him a cold mysterious drink
and showed him around the house
Before seizing his visa
Next day was not a bright dawn
He stammered around
like a lost sheep
Buffling and clinging onto utensils
Cleaning towels
They smacked at him
He washed their greased beddings
Siblings and the elderly
This was such a big family
He did unimaginable laundry
He wanted to cry out
But his skin betrayed him
He remembered home., too many miles away.
They were malicious
He didn't speak their language
He starved., but junk was plenty
He stared at them, to do dishes afterwards
His mind whispered 'slave'
He escaped at night
And became a foreign state property.
His skin betrayed him! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Louis