Poem
Ethel Irene Kabwato
The Hunter
The Hunter
The Hunter
He left homeLaden with promises
A new arrival
In a foreign land
A hunter on fabled streets
Paved with gold
A shepherd
Feeding his flock
In absentia.
The hunter became the hunted
As back home
The clan demanded forex
And the chefs promised him Homelink
To link him with his forex-orphaned children
Prematurely abandoned
Disillusioned
Trapped.
He became a second-class citizen
As the authorities
Demanded the papers.
Now the hunter
Arms himself with a cell-phone
Like a good shepherd
With his rod and staff
As he yearns for the dawn
While his forex orphans
Sleep and wait.
© 2007, Ethel Irine Kabwato
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Publisher: First published on PIW,
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The Hunter
He left homeLaden with promises
A new arrival
In a foreign land
A hunter on fabled streets
Paved with gold
A shepherd
Feeding his flock
In absentia.
The hunter became the hunted
As back home
The clan demanded forex
And the chefs promised him Homelink
To link him with his forex-orphaned children
Prematurely abandoned
Disillusioned
Trapped.
He became a second-class citizen
As the authorities
Demanded the papers.
Now the hunter
Arms himself with a cell-phone
Like a good shepherd
With his rod and staff
As he yearns for the dawn
While his forex orphans
Sleep and wait.
The Hunter
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