There
are no foreigners, just travellers
Carved
up nation,
definitely
a realisation
not a
revelation, borders
lineage,
edging away
keep
us at bay
swimming
or sinking.
Continents
become countries
foreigners
move freely –
some
more freely than others
singing
and dancing
internationally
leaving their mark
as
they trace and stamp their trade.
Where
do you find yourself
within
this vast cultural oasis?
Are
you lost or are you found?
Does
your ancestry;
your
family tree
reveal
who you really could be?
Or are
you progressing nicely
Onward
and upward
through
the University of Life?
Do you
want to swim with the dolphins?
Or Be
a regular fish out of water
in a
tropical fantasy land?
(25th poem for NaPoWriMo)
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