World Far away
Language of light, too
small to have might
World so distant, sadness
consistent
Region of racism, of
ancient schism
Clashes with my City of Mankind’s liberation, my
emancipation
Never will surrender to this
mind bender
Smiles and hugs, the knife
is tender
Shut out from the center,
I have no reason to enter
System of common sense scarcity
anyway raises my temper
Yet, a twist confounds
like a jester’s rounds
A honey sweet seam exudes and
melts my frowns
See this conflict within
is like no other encounter
Love then hate and back
again, my emotional pentameter
Home is that word which
makes one rest assured
Perhaps a necessity to
ensure our synapse is insured
For remembering the past
solidifies the future
I cannot choose my home’s
nature
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