Poems about war and loss of identity, and peace and acceptance by the poet Sun Shadow.
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THE FLOWER AND THE DRUM If I bloomed a flower On my garden’s borders And my neighbour Decided To pluck it, What should I do? Should I silently watch As she breathes Its perfumed colours deep Or moan as she tosses it, wilting, To her fat-fingered child? Should I shout at her gall And tell her, ‘No I won’t have it, ‘This outrage shall not pass’ Or take up a rock And hurl it her way, as justice, For my flower defiled? ‘Too strong, too strong!’ I hear you say, ‘What’s a flower At the end of the day?’ And what if It was more Than a flower, But my garden, My home And my ways? What then? What then Would you say Would be right? What then should I do? Should I fight? Should I sway? Should I dance To the tune Of the drum Marching into The end of days?
LITTLE PEOPLE Little people with sudden power Checking passes — 'Do you belong here? You look wrong Somehow Somehow foreign Are you foreign? Are you a foreigner? Didn’t you make this all happen? And don’t you know this is ours? Our country Our street Do you really belong here? In our… Or should you Really Be thinking about making Your strange way Back to your own town Over the water Somewhere Else.'
TRIBAL BY NATURE We are tribal by nature And tribal by choice. If I lose my tribe, By a parting at birth, I wander an open steppe, Horseless and hungry, Until I chance upon a stranger Who sings to me an unknown song With a tune sweet and strong That parts my soul and joins me.