FISH IN THE DESERT-Abraham Gayah

My homeland, a nation of great name Long living glory- pass glory People knew me for food production But now my children lay starving Can’t imagine how luxurious she was Her people wore clothes of gold Her home has been ruined Her children has turned to slave In their own home, they resemble strangers Fish in the desert The long-practiced culture The poor old glory of the old men My native brother can relate How we enjoy playing the flute and dancing to the sound of the talking drum My old masks are now objects of the dump Our parents don’t care to teach our Dialects We steal the language of others The young boys strive for power Forget the wisdom white hair of the old He doesn’t care for those who think he wrong He leads as he wishes Called his teenage friends for co...