Here is not home
Home is not a field
Home is not greed
Home is not blood
This world is not home,it's a dome.
Home is not guns
Home is sun and stars
Love,hope and stories.
Home is not betrayal
Home is loyal,about morals
And laughing to metaphors.
This world is not home, it's a shame.
Sounds,it's not the birds
Fresh, it's not the sea waves
Screams, it's the babies
Angry,it's humans
Flame,it's not the fire
Dust,it's not the wind.
It's wars and built-up walls
Closed windows and broken doors
Home is happy,nothing creepy
Safe and sound,sleepy
Earth is heavy,it ain't supposed to be
Love and disloyal, it's a photocopy.
This world is not home,it's bloody.
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a child of wars
PoetryA story for all women around the world. Who are struggling through wars. By wars i mean like family conflicts, Divorces, sickness and all that.
