Home, that’s funny
Where do you call home?
Is that the place you
belong or own?
Is this world so narrow
that belonging is an arrow?
Defined by language,
culture, color or religion’s marrow?
I live far from where I
was born
I live further from where
my soul was formed
I live where I am but feel
no belonging
I am separated by
language, by culture, an ex-pat marriage longing
Three countries all into
one with a mind schooled in Ayn
I believe in nothing,
faith made me feel like an idiot aligned
I see this world where
mysticism clashes with belief, equally not valid
Humanity alone, in the
grip of itself, wandering like olives in salad
Does fear conglomerate
humanity’s differences?
Suffocating, squeezing and
triggering clashes?
“Let freedom ring” said
the great MLK
They shot him dead for his
words meant the end of humanity’s decay
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