Poem: My Home.

My country is the home

Of my fears.

Where I have expressed loud anger

And cried silent tears.


I wish that I could move

To a better place,

Where there would be less burdens,

And the tension would melt from my face.


When will the tomorrow promised

When I was a child

Materialize, or should we just be allowed

To run wild,


With frustration over our politics,

And it’s dirty tricks,

That builds promises with golden bricks,

But instead fulfills them with wooden sticks?


A home should be a refuge,

Where we hide from the sun,

But my home country feels restless,

Like our challenges have only just begun.


Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018.


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