3rd World Blogger

Filled with apparent disgust/disdain for fatherland
Sometimes rightfully, but why pocket your hands?
I feel the pain too my bro, but never ran
No excuse required you are simply “diasporan eyes”

Upon a time we were carted away by force
Against our will, our families we lost
Alarmingly, nowadays without a thought
Abadoning heritages we cross the great void

Sweat and blood of our fathers past
Mixed with steel and concrete plast-er
Oils in the engines of those great civilisations
Why envy when we have all the motivations

Give it a thought and you’d come to see
We can avoid queues and vomit at embassies
Give a hand to our growth lest our Country dies
Relax at home and shut your “diasporan eyes”