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STRANGE BED FELLOWS

shaiontheprowl by shaiontheprowl
July 11, 2014
in POETRY
Reading Time: 1 min read

June 27, 2014   1.24 p.m.

 

We are strangers flung together

By fate or wicked life designs, in each other we must now trust

The daggers and the jealous thoughts we must halt

Strangers to these climes, yet we must exist within these borders.

 

 

We are strangers strung together

Puppets who dance at the puppeteer’s orchestra

Our hopes and aspirations a comic relief in public arena

Condemned to an existence fraught with fear, hate and mortal distrust.

 

 

Together, we must build and nurture

Put aside all suspicions of marginalization and segregation

Before us is the night’s and morning’s work

In the morning light we face each other with smiles, but at night we stick knives into each other’s backs.

 

 

Merci

8.07 a.m.   July 11, 2014

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Comments 7

  1. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    Sounds like an arranged marriage

    Reply
  2. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    Sounds like an arranged marriage

    Reply
  3. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    Hi Lucky, yes it is a sort of Arranged Marriage.

    Reply
  4. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    Such cruelity on the couple

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  5. shaiontheprowl says:
    9 years ago

    Relate it to the Nigerian situation.

    Reply
  6. Lucky says:
    9 years ago

    What makes a Nigerian situation different from any other?

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  7. shanu afolami says:
    9 years ago

    My dear Lucky, this piece is actually a parody of the Nigerian situation. Created in mistake, strange fellows forced to co-exist and co-habitate. It is not entirely a “domesticated ” theme.

    Reply

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