Monday, 22 November 2010

Homeward bound

Perhaps home’s changed
Perhaps it is worse than ever
I can’t bear the maddening thought that
People have like migratory ants fled
Far, far away
To distant lands
I will cup my heart
And cuddle my teary-eyed hope
Yes, I will shake
All traces of foreboding and guilt
I will go home
Whether burnt to ashes
I don’t care
Whether empty and forsaken
Good gracious, I care not
Whether inhabited by wild wiry ghosts
A thousand times, I won’t be trepidated
I will go home
The home of my past and glory
The home of my joys and pleasures
That’s the home I want to go to
To link with my spirits

C) Lorot Salem 2010


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