Dinka Way Of Life Poem by David Aoloch Bion
Dinka Way Of Life
It doesn’t die, it is deathless
It doesn’t get old, it is ageless
When they smell, they smell it
When they hear, they hear it
When they feel, they feel it
They find it is every thing
Wherever they go, they go with it
In Rome, Dinkas don’t do what
Romans do because in Rome
No free things and no virgins
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