Diaspora

I joined 
One drop amongst many
Each with our passprt
In hand
All of us a tide on
New shorees
Washed up and tired we arrived
Empty and evaporated
From the journey
Where were the ones we loved
Where was the 
Mazowe
I had crossed a boarder
I deserved it
Where was the 
Tanganda
I had crossed a continent
I needed it
Where was the 
Royco
The cold  tore  at
The vestiges of my sunny
Camphor