Did you leave the taiga
To find the green savannahs
To live the fable of propagandas
To grace the fields of surveillance
Did you wave goodbye to the land graded
With hoes and sprinkled with calves muck
To find the censored freedom
To live in skysail premises
To eat from packaged boxes
Did you leave the boredom of serenity
To pay your lease forever
To finally win the rat race
To drink the tea of exile
Welcome to the land of the bravehearts
Welcome to bask in the glory
The glory of your beautiful hoosegow
© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA
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Thanks for stopping by JonahzSong. I’m glad you liked “Daring.”
Your poem, “Welcome to the Game,” as I interpret it, reminds me of all I, myself, left behind when I choose a partner and ignored her longing for the “rat race.”
Lord Bless you, Keep you, and Shine upon you and yours . . .
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I love the ambivalency of free verses and the opportunity to say what one means without giving everything away. Yes indeed whenever we decide to join the ratrace, there is always a big opportunity cost. Thanks for your prayers. I wish you the same. Have a lovely day.
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As usual – very subtle sarcasm, yet powerful. Ah!!!! How I miss my childhood life, in a village right by the sea. Thank you for this poem. Very nice indeed.
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Thank you so much. for your positive feedback. I had a similar feeling as you did, when I wrote this poem. I was reevaluating the pros and cons of life in the rural country with a subsistence farming lifestyle versus life in the city that never sleeps. It”s a give and take. I appreciate your comment. Have a beautiful day !!!
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So beautifully written loved every word of the poem. Good. 👍
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Thanks for your kind words. I am glad you love it.
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