I have seen
the invisible
heard the inaudible
eaten the inedible and
lived the unliveable.
Been plucked and
thrust and
flung from
pillar
to post,
cussed and
dissed and
shunned
by most
Though my feet stand
on foreign soil,
my sight is fixed on
alighting Home;
To all who have
traded in
my country's name,
and tried to fix
themselves in vain
checking the label, not
the Intent:
pick someone else's cause
and vent.
sixty eight years are
quite enough
to go it
alone,
accompanied by no one's shadow but
one's own.
Sandra Watfa © 2016
