Thursday, 25 April 2013

There are no foreigners, just travellers

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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