Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

A Weak Generation


We have been besiege
by an herb of nomads
They punched us in the face
and draw the first blood

They have taken over our feelings
For we do not know what to feel
How to cry, nor what to fear
And certainly; when to fight

We quarrel among ourselves
Draw sword for the sons of our father
While the enemy cheers at us
And empty and our barn

We are the enemy
We are at each other's throat
While the nomad lay with our sisters
And drink our milk

Submitted: Saturday, February 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, June 05, 2014

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