who is this stranger in our mist
who dances to our tune
and jumps at our beats
he partakes in our feasts
and dines with our best
he speaks our tongue
and dresses in our attires
but then by night
he speaks a foreign tongue
and steals from us
he marches with our enemies
and despoils us
he goes into our fields
and sets it on fire
he murders our king
and makes us strangers in our land
yet by morning
he mourns with us
and prays with us
who is this stranger among us?
this stranger among us?
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stillwater would you poll with me?it's just that i dnt know if u're playwright or a poet but for sure u're good in both of em,

somebody gotta review this pals

It is a good poem.
The poem could mean different things to the readers.
For me, it could be addressing the saboteurs or spies in the Niger Delta.