Poem: My Home.

My country is the home

Of my fears.

Where I have expressed loud anger

And cried silent tears.

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I wish that I could move

To a better place,

Where there would be less burdens,

And the tension would melt from my face.

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When will the tomorrow promised

When I was a child

Materialize, or should we just be allowed

To run wild,

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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.

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Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2018.

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