Lost in the World
He had come, a rebirth-like it was, reincarnated
He had seen all, heard all, witnessed all, and wondered
Couldn't believe, couldn't, comprehend.
He had seen them talk to themselves,
Gadgets in ears, they talk to themselves,
They box the air and talk to themselves,
He had tried to; persuade, to drive sense into them
In air his, voice had gone, could not a waken them
Whatever they were, all these seemed to belong to them
He had, gone for the cattle shed, not there but, a sky- scrapper
He had, gone for the stick granaries, not there, but, a sky crapper
He had, looked for his hut and his brothers', all, skyscrapers, skyscrapers.
He yelled, they couldn't hear, they hurried on,
Their black paths, with moving boxes on wheels, on and on
Up the stars, he flew, dejected, unceremoniously, on.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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