Treasure Island

Tobi Adebowale

(April 2nd / Nigeria)

Green And Greener


Reminiscent of dark days
When ancestors were
Fettered and ferried
Across oceans
Into servitude
In distant lands
Pent-up compatriots
Sleep at embassies
Waiting to pay
Through their noses
For admission
Into subjugation
Indignation
And discrimination.

With time
They realise
A bitter truth
That greener pastures
Are not grazed
Freely
They demand sweat
And humiliation
Even blood
In moments
Of xenophobic outbursts.

Disappointed
Like the prodigal son
They remember
This green land
They left behind
And conclude
That afterall
With the same devotion
And energy
Expended elsewhere
They could do much
In making this pasture
Much more greener.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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