WHO IS AT HOME? Judaisky Cares


I will, but laugh this tiding-
The dust in heart at dawn
From mother doth caused
Father to build a whizzing
Chores upon where bedlam
Is served as breakfast.

Here, close the ring in heart-
Close the aching stunt from
The heads that anchor home.
The discord in cord is lucid
And tears will not but flow.
Who will descry my tears?

Give me eat, give me feed-
The ballyhoo in the parlor
Enclose why the pot burns.
In my lonely state doth plead
For care as herald heretofore but
Caretakers are busy no cared.

My right is right and I am right
In this little light lightning in sight.
But thence I have no right to be
Right, seeing my right no more at
The right side and tide of time.
Nature robbed me of love in sight.

What then is left of a burning
House when salvagers are busy
Killing words with no sword?
I’m a bastard whose parents
Are fully alive in my very eyes.
Heavens! What’s my course?
I stand at bay watching-
Learning the language of my ink-
Learning how to handle my pen.


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Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword.
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