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Native Fly: City of lost kings and queens

Stabbed and betrayed by my kinsmen
Who sold me for mirrors, socks, shoes
And gun powders.

I engraved throne; oh my sweet home,
In the innermost part of my crest
With inks of gold.

I built their poles, streets and cities..
Till Foriegn lands overtime became
A paradise.


Pains I suffered, I sweat it out,
Till it turned rains, I rose from dust
Into mountains.

Patriotism, I visited home,
To rebuild my native land
Better than theirs…

But I was tossed not for old rocks
But unfitness to remember
My sweet culture.


The more I try to blend and fit
More I cry, and fall on my feet
Pack bags and leave.

Race on my face; where am I from
I try so hard, yet rejected
Too many times

Now my homeland is not my town
Neither the place I can be found;
….Lost Kings and Queens.


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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu


4 Comments

  1. ananabalaura says:

    I love this! It’s wonderful

    Liked by 1 person

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