Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

Values


Greetings are our culture
Though we borrow education
And embrace a foreign religion
Abduct a strange intonation
We need not learn what we know best
Greetings is part of our legacy
The stitches that held us together
The thread we must fasten
Hence all is lost
That we hold dear
The health we mustn't allowed
To be wash ruin by the flood of civilization
Greetings has never done harm to nobody
All is lost that has no regard for our culture

Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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*Sub titles in Yoruba, Hausa, Igbo, Efik, Ijaw, Idoma, Igala, Filipino, India, Chinese, Swahili, Obolo, Kalabari, Nupe, Okrika, Ogoni, Ogoja, Tarok, Arabic and Egwun

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