Home is where your heart is, the wise say
to vibrant politically silenced migrants
not vigilant of often violent environments
No one truly native, so interbred and related
Never stagnated, no words wasted...painted-
In rainbow colours; closely acquainted
Slaves and settlers; both torture tainted
Amalgamated in ill-fated desire to escape it
Here never enough and now seemingly belated
When will life happen? How long have I waited?
From war, economic whores, closed doors, and
laws
We run, swim and jump, breath-baited
Thinking we have arrived in Zion ; almost elated
Yet no sooner arrived than most degraded
Ruthlessly refugees hard-won wealth raided
Unaware, the African abuses the African’t,
Frustrated, so long isolated, and subjugated,
Poverty stricken and violence inculcated
How could we be but xenophobic and jaded?
As an incurable tourist I see with new eyes
Not distant monuments or tropical skies
but beautiful presence and my heart cries
for having come home finally, escaping lies
popular media would have me believe and tries
to draw me away, to criticize, to despise
uncertain if tomorrow will come and I’ll
realise
so instead my excitement sets sail and fantasy
flies
like a child in a state of constant surprise
having let go of all desire to escape, I arise
anew, reborn; my heart, now in full view, sighs
“when free of fixed identity, love makes you
wise”
Having travelled in body and mind, we can,
at the flip of a synapse, expand our span
developing the vision of the nomadic Koi-san
where here and now reveals the plan.
senses tweaked observant of where I am
the world my oyster, the earth my land
the ocean my blood, the sky in my hand
digging my bear toes into the borderless sand
No nationalist slave to scapegoat scams
I open my door to just be human
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