How do I Grieve?
My nephew can’t count to ten in Dinka, Deng speaks Patwa to my grandfather.
Curse words portray civilization, ‘Fuck off’ has been normalize as a generational slung.
Is the cost of civilization the death of my culture?
How in this wicked world do I grieve?
We moved naked and they called us primitive, We took up their cloths, But they’re now taking off the cloths, isn’t this de-civilization?
Just how do I grieve?
Many of us got married to one man and found piece with it but they devilished it in the name of giving us emancipation.
Their men sleep with each other, they say it’s a human right.
How about that innocent child!
He calls one of the male parents mother.
How do I grieve?
My daughter thinks it’s fun,
Twerking to thousands of strangers on the internet not knowing, it is the erosion of our ancestry.
Is the cost of civilization the death of my culture?
©PIOL
About the Author.
PIOL TIEK AWER is a second year student pursing Bachelors of Arts with Education specializing in English and Literature.
He is the current Speaker of Nkumba University Guild government and Chairman of the South Sudan National Youth Union – Uganda.
Piol is a subscriber to the notion that poems bleed tons of emotions the mouth dares not speak.
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