Listen! Listen my son
Take heed! Take heed to my words
As you journey to a land so far
Remember the sand beneath your feet
It absorbed your tears, sweat, blood in the farm land,
The blessings and curses that lies between your teeth.
Do not forget your motherland
You will always be a stranger to the snow
Remember your father’s smile
His blessings helped you grow.
In your motherland you are a king
Do not kiss buttocks for green bills
Do not forget our doctrines and culture
Speak your father’s tongue, its no torture.
Remember to return home, there is no place like it
Kneel my son, receive the blessings of a king.
This poem is a creative thought of Ordeezy 2017. Photo source: Google Chrome.