The Recollection

Where Do You Belong Now?

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She quietly recalls 
All the ones that are her own
Not that anybody is not hers 
But she calls only those
That have been moved

That have been awakened 
Or have lived other lives 
But now they know the truth 
Of their existence 

She quietly in the night 
Goes about reclaiming them 
One by one by one 
Like a scavenger 
The machine that comes at night
To clean up our roads 

It doesn’t make any noise 
You’d never know it existed
Until you saw one of them
With your own two eyes 

How it comes by in the unearthly hours 
And quietly but surely 
Cleans up everything 
Small and big 

Just picks them up 
And leaves the road 
Fresh and ever ready 
To be littered upon again
Next morn!

Have you been reclaimed?

Where lies your identity 
Where lies your ingenuity 
Where lies your loyalty
To whom do you belong now?

Your religion?
Your culture?
Your heritage?
Tradition?

Or the earth? 
Where lies your allegiance?

Think about this!
Peace ✌🏽 

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