A Migrant Song Poem by Masa MbathaOpasha

A Migrant Song

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MIGRANT SONG

Like a finger in a world without hands
he walks the streets of his dreamland
collecting trashed hours
of beggars and kings,
sailing day and night,
infallible, undisputed,
altogether restless,
a timeless Ulysses
in search of his kingdom
and pains.

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Masa MbathaOpasha

Masa MbathaOpasha

Durban, Republic of South Africa
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