Familiar Strangers Poem by Kporho Vwede Daniel
Familiar Strangers
FAMILIAR STRANGERS
My heart drifts
It pounds hurriedly
I wasn't running
I hear yours too
Beating faster than her shadow
Then I realise
We are adorn with bait
Always running from Predators
Yes, men are no longer taken across
Adorn with heavy necklaces and bracelets
On pants into Titanics
Like modern day fashion
Accompanied with wine from their eyes
They drank to stupor
With whips sounding like applauds
A continuous jubilation
Baited by strangers no more
But the strangers left their culture
Together with their ornaments behind
Invisible ornaments
What an inheritance
Our own now strangers
Our own now prey on us
Even in our Father land
Another jubilation
I thought it was over
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truly written - Our own now strangers Our own now prey on us Even in our Father land Another jubilation /// stranger - invader!
A beautiful satire nicely executed. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem in POD..
History now talks and power and greed still remain with cruelty and war still with us. A profound write.
Drifts, lifts, shifts! They drank to stupor! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem on lost cultural identity, a common phenomenon of imperialism.
A poem of the never ending corruption that blights and breaks human hearts? .......well written Kporho
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 10:35:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Kporho, such a great poem of the day. Congrats for being chosen..........10++++++++++