Go Home! Poem by chichichapatile mangochi

'You must go home my husband,
life's but a farce;
the lion and lioness of this land
are roaring in the distance. '

'Which home? ' asked I
of my missus.
'Where you landed from head to toe
into the kind hands of the nurse. '

'You are not wanted in this neighbourhood;
when you eat, another native goes hungry
and your smiling faces makes us more angry.
Anything foreign now is of no good.'

'What you shun is what we humbly take,
what we take is what you decline;
that's the mistake that you make
folding up your arms to crime.'