john chizoba vincent
A Lost African Child - Poem by john chizoba vincent
You lost African child,
Who will find you in the wood?
What is your name and whose
Name are you bearing, your mother's or father's?
Do you know where your home town is?
Do you know that your sister was sold into
Marriage which is against our tradition?
Do you know the dance of your home town?
After the contaminated hand shake, you were
Lost in stupid to the foreign land.
The Bible had made you left the village to the street,
The book which you where unknown how it was written but
you came and pick it up like a fool.
You were taught how to carry the gun instead
Of you tending the shrine that your father left in tears.
You lost African child! Can you dance Atilogwu?
You now look at us as if we are speaking in a stranger
tongue because you can't speak your mother's tongue.
When shall you return to tend the farmland?
When shall you unknot the tie on your neck and wear of
goat's skin and dance bare footed in the village?
Has civilization taken toll on you?
Have you forgotten your root, cultural heritage?
Come home lost African child, visit and see those
tall tress still waiting at your arriver in tears.
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