i pray love and freedom finds somalia

Empty roof top skies

Hover over holding more death

And they’re forced to call this place a home

This place, home

Where homage is only now known as offerings of tears for the thirsty

where there’s lingering horrific scents of all that is death to come,

This place,home

Where holiness has been rendered irrelevant

As glimpses are only  now seen by some lucky ones whose children’s eyes still offer some light

This place,

Where hope and ignorance and innocence are beginning to ooze out of the pores of famished children

This place, home

Where holocaust has come in the form of sinister apathetic absence

Home

They call this place home

Here, where concrete conviction don’t amount to anything more than tears for drinking

Frail

They failed

And so there’s a mass exodus on dusty perilous roads

To a place where refugee hearts might call home

So be silent

Listen, hear the jaded feet persisting

Marching

To a home away from home

To a place where heart songs might be heard again

To a place where refugee hearts might call home

Note: We’re committing their homicide

They call this place home

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--Kerry-Ann Davis