Newcomers BewareA Poem by Koname KidoI own an apartment in Russia, spend most of my time there, and us natives really hate tourists and new-comers. It sounds mean, but where I am we like things old fashioned, newcomers gone.
Cold breezes amidst warm breath,
The scent of cigarettes and alley ways, Air so stiff it's mistaken for death, Bright, loud nights, and freezing days, A car drives by, followed by lights, Feet hit the ground, unaffected by sound, We hear them say they're seeing the sites, To us, they're infecting our ground, Tourists, tourists, day and night, Get out of here, our eyes burn them, Natives to this land take flight, Away from the new and commended, We want you gone, away, forgotten, Leave us with warning and reprimands, Nobody needs their picture taken, Try to shake, we'll break your hands, As we shrink into our passageways, We say a prayer, and drain a glass, Flashing a grimace to our bad days, And settling down to sleep at last
© 2014 Koname KidoAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKoname KidoRussiaAboutMy name is Koname, I am twenty-seven years old, and I work in home remedy medicine. I was born in Russia, moved to Dalkeith, Scotland, as a young kid, and lost my father at a young age. My mother .. more..Writing
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