My Home

By now

You heard them all

tales of derring-do

and the curtain fall

after all, you got used to

my tales, my stories

my burden, my worries

my disappointments

neglected, by those regrets

“It’s not describable in words

how much it hurts

trying to grasp the intensity,

the message, intending to set it free”

is all I heard, before I left

we fell into desuetude

finding myself, in society’s cleft

a deep split between us hushed the mood

a cry of justice

screams, just break this

verse apart, looking down at my feet

that is how you compensate the heat

“I long for you to come home

ingenuous, that is what you used to be

more and more, my son has grown

the system pushed him back to me”

a deeply moved mother

moves the soul like no other

when are we going to appreciate

time is ticking, is it close to late

for this generation

make a difference

for the next and its destination

again, at the crossroad to ignorance

“Twenty one years in the West

signs of recovery are patchy at best

my home, you look as if you still need to rest

you keep your cards close to your chest”

we still do not comprehend

how it came to this suspicion

it takes even more to understand

how it came to this division

The capital of my state of mind

the capital that hesitates, asked me to find

forgiveness, what is your part in this

step by step, we gave a sigh of bliss

“Your hope, your stay

your life, your way

your drive, as cold as your breath

seems to scare my home to death.”

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