If I were to talk about my religion
I would talk of a rag tossed into a mud pool
I would talk of a path lost in the doldrums of civilization
I would talk of a god that succumbed to the god of other lands
I pity my religion
It is gone
Buried under the pages of a book my kinsmen don't understand.
(2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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