Poetry

Poetry: “Home”

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Home,
A place I go
Off my shoulders, I
cast my burdens
Out of the air, come in
temptations like bubbles
In different route, success voyages

I want to become prey to success

But in his sight,
my path has faded
My body is weak and weary;
Ringed in a cage to suffer,
My hustle has been
strangulated to death
Someone take me home

Home,
A place I go
Off my shoulders, I
cast my burdens
On the surface of my face,
in harmony
poverty dwells
My sons and daughters are
happy for bring nothing;
filled with hunger they went to
bed laughing in sorrow

I want to fight for privilege

But hunger has no mercy
My energy is wimpish and wussy;
Entoiled in the strings of peril,
My hustle has been
strangulated to death
Someone take me home

Home,
A place I go
Off my shoulders, I
cast my burdens
Violence against my
body is a culture
My rights have been silenced

My mouth has been choked with threats

But my pen will sermonised
my resentments
I am worth not hill of
beans in society
My hustle has been
strangulated to death
Someone take me home

Written by: James O. Gaygay