EUTICUS AZIZ MOLA [15.872] Poeta de Kenia

Euticus Aziz Mola

Kenia. Poeta, estudiante de ciencias de la computación, Euticus también escribe en  africanplato.com  blog que espera inspirar a los jóvenes poetas y escritores africanos en la creación de nuevos contenidos y la promoción de una imagen positiva para el continente. "Odio a tu tribu 'es una de sus mejores obras:

Odio a tu tribu

para como la antigua  Kipande , usted lo usa como símbolo de su identidad

no como una fuente de orgullo, sino un factor de discriminación

causando una grieta dividir esta nación

utilizarlo como motivo para emprender una guerra que ni siquiera cree en

conducir su vecino de su casa

robar su tierra y adecuarlo a tu gusto

escupir odio en los medios sociales, sin pensar

impulsar una causa no la tuya, pero para su Kingpin tribal.

© Euticus Mola. 

I hate your tribe

for like the ancient kipande, you wear it as the symbol of your identity

not as a source of pride but a factor of discrimination

causing a rift to divide this nation

use it as reason to wage a war you don’t even believe in

drive your neighbor out of his home

steal his land and make it your own

spew hate on social media without thinking

fuel a cause not yours but for your tribal Kingpin.

I hate your tribe

because you use it as your ticket to prosperity

yet fail to see it is a factor to your poverty

of the mind,

and hindrance to your ability

to love thy neighbor as you do yourself.

Use it to dialogue in conversations

so that I would not understand,

let it define how you vote

where your children should school

and even the god you pray to.

I hate your tribe

because you judge me by the sound of my name

with no shame, to look past the color of my skin

or the origin of my ancestors.

I hate that you are ignorant and blind

to the fact that I did not choose where I was to be born

or who my next of kin would be

that you fail to appreciate the culture of my people

calling me names both demoralizing and vile

just because of a piece of skin

or a gap in my teeth.

But the end of it all

I hate your tribe

for I cannot hate you as an individual

only feel sorry for the future generations

that will pick a page from your book.