HOME

By Ibrahim Abdulateef 16 months ago

HOME

Home, is where the heart is

where the body beams with life

and, the lung is 

furnished with air.

 

Home, is where the heart is

when its sand is an halycon 

that calms the

tempest sea,

and fear holds no water

in the vegetation -

at the center of our existence.

 

Home, is where the heart is

but what happens when home

lies waste -

like a carcass of rotten eagles?

what happens when home

is a playground of bodies

where brothers kill brothers

to save their skin? 

 

Home, they say, is where the heart is

but what happens when the drum

of war

starts at our threshold

and pensive foreheads becomes 

the mark with which we know our children?

 

Home, is where the heart is

but what happens when

the heart is cold, of death, 

which home brings,

and the turbulence which marks its sky? 

 

Home, is where the heart is

but what happens when -

a child knows his mother, not

in the flames

of deafening tumult?

Or, when we stand naked 

unabashed of our greed.

.

Home, should be where the 

heart rests.

where the body drifts In the lake

of succour. 

not, where we search for

peace 

at the heel of our killers? 

or, where our frail bodies 

stand to collect leftovers

of respite,

to last till another moon.

 

Home, is where the heart is. 

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Ibrahim Abdulateef
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