I speak from the bush

By JW Kuir Dut

When I come, anger occupies space in the chest

Furry like frogs and you ask where I live to chase

We live in hell, you heaven but I don’t see angels

Is your heaven a home of Hosea’s wife?

I speak from the bush

Wise you’re, yes you say but sir

People eat while walking up and down

Is your town migrating? Amazing they move

And we from the bush are settled

I speak from the bush

We from the bush, man don’t take man for a wife

But sir, are your women for pride and decorations?

Men cook while women wait to eat

I speak from the bush

In your city, you have cultures yes, not equal

We dance but make fools out of us

You intimidate the dance where women belong to no men

And men to no women, your good culture you call it

I speak from the bush

May you answer me sir, I talked the bush

You from the city, two legged creatures same

When I greeted you in the hand you wave the air

You speak your wisdom

I speak from the bush

Will you hear me?