Cultures Poem by Elorm Dogbo

CULTURES
When I came back home,
I saw a couple on the path
To the farm
And had children of a dozen
Behind
They moved in an Indian file
It reminded me of past things
That existed still
When would you close
The old long ways.

I went to witness the nuptials
And the man had a price
I knew fortune rays
Had partially shone on him
And his dowry amalgamates his wealth
Gotten recently
It reminded me of past things
That existed still
When would you close
The old long ways.

The chief was dead and gone
And men slaughtered
Became his escorts
They beat the curfew gong
And the weak fell victim
Of a mass lost
It reminded me of past things
That existed still
When would you close
The old long ways.

I saw a woman from my
My window
They stripped her garments
For the rituals of the widow
And the men abused
Her righteous womanhood
It reminded me of past things
That existed still
When would you close
The old long ways

I saw a young girl crying
At the house of the man
She was forced to marry
For her parents benefit
A man like the peer
Of her deceased granny
It reminded me of past things
That existed still
When would you close
The old long ways.

Before I left home, I saw
Things that gave an eyesore
On my return, nothing changed
Tell me when you would begin
A new day.