Darkness threatens as
Burdens of memories and quest of
Homeless home hopelessly
Huddled under dusky eves;
Seeking for shelter till the dawn.
When they espyed the star,
The echoes of the roaring thunder
Birthed fear and vague impressions of home fluttering deep.
The birds singing sweetly choral songs of furlong land
In the hidden trees as one
Searching for a place to call home
In the dungeon, where
Hope and Faith feed
The undying hunger
As it hits them like a hammer of a Carpenter.
The language of abnormality
Glue in tongue, never to taste
The savour of the reality envisaged–
But clinched to the sozzled lips
Of a Jezebel.
Galloping through their path
With hunting eyes they scorned;
Seldom for a home:
Homeless home
Where they feed with chains.
Yes! Homeless home:
A place where citizens were savaged,
gerontocracy is gut-wrenching.
The hounding of a home stare
Brightly like a lamp of a hunter.
They gnawed tight until the day breaks
In a place they call home.
~Idris Ehi Natty ~
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