joseph orutwa

My Native - Poem by joseph orutwa

we are laughing
enjoying the soft bands of the forgotten

we are talking
the old gold talks that the old told

we are whispering
whispers of love full of emotions

we are chanting
reincanating religious norms to cure, evil.

we are listening
the elders pointing fingers at us

we are eating
everything that cometh from the very soils

we are watching
the very soil soaked in black, its raining soil eroding

this is my home, Africa my native

Comments about My Native by joseph orutwa

  • Leah Ayliffe Leah Ayliffe (7/8/2014 8:38:00 AM)

    Beautiful. Structured very nicely. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra Gajanan Mishra (2/22/2014 6:19:00 AM)

    This earth, I am native. anyway good writing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 22, 2014

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