From the Archives: "Have Come Too Far" by Martin Elorm Dogbo

I have come too far
To this land.

A land rich of corn
To eat
Rich of wine
To drink.

A land where
I will do the chores
I would not have done
In my native town.

I guess I am doing these things
Because I want to return
With more goodies.


I have come too far
To this land,
A land across the ocean
Where I am lost of culture.

Here,
no one cares for one another
Especially a Nubian as I am.

Here,
I am either scorned
Or made the laughing stock.

I would not have taken all these humiliations
At a place I call home.

Home, is where folks
Would be there for me
Defend and fight for me.

I guess I am enduring all these
Because I would not want to return
Empty handed.


I have come too far
To this land.

Would I not be able to catch
What I am pursuing here,
Over there?

I could not cling unto that belief
I have come too far
To this land,
Too far to return with nothing.

Old poems at OGOV don't die, but live on in our archives! Every once in a while we will dust one off for our newer readers to enjoy. "Have Come Too Far" was orginally published on OGOV on August 23rd, 2008.