Licence Plate
With living in village
Had no licence-plate
No question: "What is the
‘Giveh-Pa'? "
Then vases of clay
Were used for the water
Giveh was a footwear
Either one a part of
The daily simple life.
Then, Cities, Countries
Turned to base for learning.
Capitalism, Feudal…
Colonialism, Colonised…
Backward and Civilised…
Invasions, using guns…
The world changed
Vision changed
Wants and needs
Changed as learned.
Felt having been a horse
Possibly, greyhound
For serving those riders…
Shook me off like a sheep
That shakes off the water!
"Use every, all the deeds;
Must be decolonised! "
I said and changed plate,
Now it says: "Giveh-Pa."
Proudly own, claim
The tool used to insult:
"Giveh-Pa"
Villagers keep heads high
Are not dumb, nor backward.
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