A Stranger In The Land

(To The Postulant)

Written By:         Orok Duke 

Walking with shifting paces

In the march with rainbow faces,

I was pushing through the crowded Oxford Street

And going towards Marble Arch.

Viewed from the sky, we looked like termites

In a conspiratorial race, devoid of any sound,

Because surviving in this expansive town,

Leaves you fighting to stay up or fall to the ground.

I took the Central Line to Bond Street

The day I terminated my life with Steve,

In the yuletide, his balloon of lies had burst,

Leaving me prostrate, to pick the pieces and adjust.

I knew that he would not let go,

But keep coming to take some more,

He is in shock over what I have done –

Taking on life’s bedlam, when love has gone.

You pretended that I was your “only baby”

And gave me small doses of bestial lies daily,

I dared to cut our filial ties and run,

I can only take my chances, when I am young.

Orok Otu Duke

Duke Town....