Culture B.Strd Poem by Oritsemolebi Eric Atie

I watch and dream
I hope and wish;
What clan I claim?
Whose land I grace?
Slowly I sink,
I look within
Whose name I possess?
What tongue I Profess?

A strangers home
The one I throne,
Its paves I know not
My ways it did hunt.
In pain I did Moan
Before my strange throne,
For no tale of home did I hear
And no tale of me did it bear.

With history dim
And future bleak,
Alone I stand
In no man's land.
I fall and sink
I burn within,
Denounced i fall
Upon strange claws.