Oh, My Home! poetry by Abuchi Onyema at Spillwords.com
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Oh, My Home!

Oh, My Home!

written by: Abuchi Onyema



Could you please allow me to go,
Back home to my dot origin,
Where my life and rights are protected,
And my properties safely guided.

Could you please allow me to go,
Back to the land of my forefathers,
Where I drink from the tree top,
The undiluted tastily taste of palm wine.

Please allow me to go,
My people are been slaughtered on a daily,
I should go and fight for what I believe,
Rather than sit back like a clone slave.

Please allow me to go now
Our deities are in needs of my flute,
To rejuvenate our great masquerade,
From the tiny hole down the home of black ants

Please I want to go home,
And dance sulugede with my kind,
And enjoy aphorism nature of our land,
Where beauty is made, and virginity is gold.

Please don’t hold me back,
For I am born of war and rage,
Raise with unquenchable fire,
I am indigenous son of the rising Sun

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