FAMILIAR STRANGERS

My heart drifts
It pounds hurriedly
I wasn't running
I hear yours too
Beating faster than her shadow
Then I realise 
We are adorn with bait 
Always running from Predators

Yes, men are no longer taken across 
Adorn with heavy necklaces and bracelets
On pants into Titanics
Like modern day fashion 
Accompanied with wine from their eyes
They drank to stupor
With whips sounding like applauds 
A continuous jubilation

Baited by strangers no more
But the strangers left their culture
Together with their ornaments behind
Invisible ornaments
What an inheritance 
Our own now strangers
Our own now prey on us
Even in our Father land
Another jubilation
I thought it was over

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