April 16, 2024

HOMEPAGE

Home is not this place

where room is deaf of internal voices

and eyes lace down like a

drowning water in cross river.

Home is not a placed

ecorated for burnt books

of unread memories, home

is not a reprieve of our lost Amity.

Home is not a combination

of dread soldier’s, it is not meant

for futile voices like breathing veneer

without a living soul.

Home is not a capital city of plateau

where gun raped the aged men’s,

Home is not where bullet spell unity

with innocent blood cycled on the street.

Home is not where we stay,

Home is not where animal sleep in peace

and we human sleep with our peace

hanged like a volleyball in the net of pieces.

Where is home?

Afrikapoet

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