Put up the shutters
If you fail to
Recognize my soul.
Leave the place at once
If you fail to use
My own language
Here on my land.
Know that I am sovereign
Here on my land.
You are the trespassers,
You are to know the rules
And regulations of my land,
You are to know the root
Of my very creation.
We must have our personal space. Good work, Gajanan Tom Billsborough
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I like the metaphor, 'put up the shutters'. Each person is indeed 'sovereign/ here on my land.' There are always new immigrants or tourists arriving on the scene.