There's no place like home
So the old saying goes
When you're down in the dumps
It will cure your woes
Blob out on the couch
Watch rubbish TV
Wear scruffy old jeans
And a worn-out hoodie
Head for the kitchen
Eat whatever you want
(Like that packet of biscuits
That’s been there for yonks)
The place is a mess – who cares!
Have a wee snooze
Let everything slide
You’ve nothing to lose
Recharge your batteries
Find some new zest
Works’ overrated
Home is the best
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Grace's ashes are bare, graves made,
last chaos has wiped out our shade,
and, bleakness is a word guide strain.
Train ripples haunt a forlorn brain.
Veiled yet weird by what may impair,
dreams of mayhem and what will bear.
Shielding truth by false and self-shame,
irate parts were thrown through in maim.
Blood-stained eyeballs burst from their loom,
hearts turn purple after their gloom.
Signs of ruin are sketched closer,
Few minutes in cosmos amber.
I dream to change the way to doom,
eons are snubbed as it, ne'er boom.
Yonks bygone, time came to a halt.
Angel of the shade guards the gault.
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Behind docks for yonks,
am a born refugee
of the home of bondage.
Within the rite's prisons
am entangled in this inherited
conviction;
deep in our conscience.
Centuries founded walls
stand stiffly as board
inscribed by ***** letters
letters that sum up to words of crime.
In 'their' presence we
make a jazz
our evil instrictive desires in a
sweet jargon.
We don't mean, 'cut down the mango
tree'
we mean, 'chop off their heads'
on exuberance of revenge;
vengeance to our ancestors,
we gang
against our brothers whom we differ
by the language of the tongues,
by the colours of the skin.
These selfish futile battles,
when shall they end?
The rites of vengeance
when shall we refrain from their
adoration?
My kids won't be such slaves
for this is my treason
my exodus from the home of
bondage.
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