Urge me to run away,
Across boundaries of wars,
And black mornings,
Eventually turning into ashes,
While deafened by the cacophony.
Mothers prayed for their children ,
Prayed for a safe haven.
They saw the fading light of homes
Being burnt to death
While the epic glory of tireless bloodshed,
Made way into a deadspin of history.
Wombs were sought-after
For no Haven this safe exists.
For your punch on those keys,
Is a rebellion against the tide.
We were taught to dream,
For a home of fortitude, love.
Limping on my belief of mercy,
I mark you on that golden masonry.
Waving at me, flickering into this daunting sunlight.
We’ve certainly been raised,
In a way that dreads tears.
Being a guiding light on the verge of a shutdown,
In itself is a kryptonite.
To all those who yearn for home,
A place to delve and relish,
Savour and plenish,
Until our kinship outlives all the perils.
We’re too young to talk about “Home”.
Meaningless, yet a delight in one’s own plight.
We’re wearing sleeves, worth mourning,
In this stricken Paradise across borders.
As I’m hanging in there, you’re doing the same I hope..with this effort to sue up your minds… I’d like you to be thankful for once..this was needed..we had to STOP!
Keep hanging…take care