Where I come From

By Munira Hussein- 
a poem that tells a true story and create a real image of our dystopian society.

Where I come from,

Dust flows like a river

It even rises like ocean waves

The sun shines brighter than silver

  Where I come from

The grass is dry and bitter

The people are dull and thinner

  Where I come from,

Cars drive by once in a year

A jet might never fly through our air,

Darkness brings us together,

We sit by the fire and sing.

  Where I come from,

Tribes are at war

Diversity for us,

Is such a loss

Education is parked in the stores

Love is thrown down ocean floors

Oceans not found within our walls.

  Where I come from,

Children are taught to sow

Seeds of bitterness so sour

And reap sweet fruits

Of hatred and vengeance.

   Where I come from,

Neighbours don’t borrow

They walk in, pinch your salt

They sit down, eat from your bowl

They don’t knock, neither do they shut

 Where I come from,

Goats bleat in the morning,

They are our chirping birds that sing of glory

Cows moo away the evening

They are the trumpets welcoming our rest.

 Where I come from,

the grass is green when it rains

the farms are lined

with green soldiers that sway

  where I come from,

parties are unheard of.

Though the youth smoke and chew,

Hospitals lack doctors and nurses

Schools lack tutors

Businesses lack a market

Yet the youth walk around rugged

 Where I come from,

Civilization is unplugged

Conservation is preserved

Forward movement is declined

So we dwell in darkness

when the world chose light

we opted for a cave,

the few elites ran away,

brain drain,

I hear them say

Where I come from

Where I come from