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