Diaspora

Diaspora

A Poem by galushka

Diaspora

Diaspora-n. any group migration or flight from a country or region.

Part I

We’ve been spread around the globe

We’re always afraid of an angry mob.

We’re white, black, brown and gold

But a powerful alabaster man still leaves me cold.

 

We speak of home, we yearn for a land,

We mix it with our blood and turn it to sea sand.

 

Are we one because we are restless

Or restless because we are one?

 

Part II

In a culture of nomads,

They speak of our oppression

But disregard our connection

To other minorities, because of all the times we’ve been

Burnt, beaten, and banished.  Ink smears fade into whispers.

So we want to scream in one ancient tongue,

In the name of all the others, combined into one song

We were here first.

 

Part III

There is unity in grief

In the air we all breathe

That reeks of gunpowder and tobacco and devotion.

Oh tell me, Mother

That we belong not to a continent but to each other.

 

© 2017 galushka


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Added on December 9, 2017
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galushka
galushka

Tel Aviv, Israel



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