GobozizationA 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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