Long not long ago
Home was home
Home a green home
Home sweet home
Home of black children
When home was home.
But today, we are born in the south
We grow by the west
We work in the states
We die in the south.
A home we abandoned
A home we can’t now call home.
We school in the south by the west
We graduate in the south,
Move to the States to build hustle
Home we leave in shreds,
No one to build the southern homes and hospitals
Home is not home, if it is not home.
Warriors are long forgotten,
We now use askalis,
Ekegusii is bad manners
Swahili is a street language
Dhooluo is lack of civilization
English is power,
home is not home
Today the south is like a desert
Its identity erased
Nothing to show
Home is not home, if it is not home.
Theme: This poem is about how the West is consuming Africa through Westernization. The poem shows how most Africans learn in then run away from Africa and go to work in Western countries, neglecting their home countries.
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