Immigrants at Trafalgar Square
In large numbers they are seen feeding the pigeons
And picking ‘made- in-Taiwan’ wares at London joints
Seeking the imaginary gold that lines the streets
but avoiding the biting cold enveloped in the winds.
It was not me you saw at Trafalgar Square,
I swear by the revolver that killed the April 22nd group
Who planned a coup and ended in Presidential soup.
It was not me with a festering sore at the loop
that enters the square; the fear I scoop
from the entrails of the immigration Corps
sends me too far from the famous Square
The birds fed by tourists now carry cameras
Which record roaming intellectual terrorists
Who wish to speak back to the empire
With the intent to inspire impressionable British minds
and fire the imagination of their girls.
The new Dell I bought at Trafalgar Square
has been transferred to another owner
whose eternal sign is “body no be wood”
A soulless debt collector with white wool
as heart and a palm that morphs into puke
Kole Odutola is a Senior lecturer of Yoruba in the Department of Languages, Literature and Culture at the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences, University of Florida, USA. His book titled, Diaspora and Imagined Nationality is published by Carolina Academic Press,USA.
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