Gobozization

Gobozization

A Poem by Muhamad Farhany

Son: Dad, on TV,
I hear them say:
Gobzization... gobozization.
Wha's gobozization?
Father: No little son.
I's globalization.
Glo-ba-li-za-tion.
Son: Yes dad.
But wha's gobozization?
Father: My little son,
I's all about how they want us to be.
They want us to be like them.
They want us
To think
To speak
To pray
To play
To sing
To dance
To eat
To dress
The way they do.
They want us free like them.
Son: But their weather is so cold.
And their ladies are half naked.
Father: They want us to be
Cold as they are cold.
And half naked as they are naked.
Son: Oh, dad.
I don't like gobozization.
I wanna play with my brothers.
I love mom's spicy meals.
I don't like gobozization.
I wanna pray
The way you and grand dad do.
I don't like gobozization.
I don't like gobozization.


18.01.2016

© 2017 Muhamad Farhany


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