I have ran out of words,
To air my thoughts and pleas,
Nothing is left, but a numb emptiness,
And Oh, it so tightly engulfs!
I wish it were just but a nightmare,
For then I’d wake up relieved.
Alas, Not so. What’s more, it is too late!
The place I call home is no more.
My people once peaceful,
Will not see eye to eye,
“We were pretending”,
Is what they are now saying,
that all along we were foes?
Why don’t I believe them?
Different yes, but we got along fine,
Until they poured out their venom,
Now, no crude weapon has been spared,
to slay our neighbours of yesterday,
For what?
They said it was for justice,
I ask, justice for who?
If I can’t go home to bury my own,
Then, I don’t want to know!
Who got us here, and why did they?
Was it for justice for themselves,
Or for us all?
All I want is to go back where we were,
At least from there, I would begin a new dream.
For now, all I see is shattered pieces
Of a place I have to call Home
