The Western Winds - Reginald Asangba Taluah

On this same soil we sprung
On this same land we grew
Clutching our heritage with impunity
Though we strive in illusions
Our mythical heritage is intrinsic
The western winds came in fury
In envy of rich values and customs
Carrying with them the weak and imbecile
Yet, the gurus clung to their roots
Remaining indignant to change
And became paragons of virtues
They came to destroy our heritage
Blowing dust into eyes of ignorance
Carrying away branches of heritage
Yet, it was deep rooted
It stood, wavered but still
This tree still blossoms
To bear fruits of rich heritage
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