Saturday, September 17, 2005

Let's Go Home Son.


Let’s Go Home Son

All our most precious possessions have been lost
All the precious things we treasured most.
We have conquered all our fears
And we have shed all our tears.
We have left the daisies behind
We have seen the worst fate of humankind.

But, we thank God
We are among the survivors
For hundreds will never return to their homeland.
Their remains are still there on the shores
Who cares about sticks and stones?
Who cares about their bones?

Don’t ever forget this my boy
Don’t ever hope on anyone to save you
Otherwise, one day you will lose your joy.
For all of us are liars and only God is true.
When all have been said and done
We would all be dead and gone.

Let us go home son.

2 comments:

Trista said...

I read through several of your poems, and this one is one of my favorites. Its so sad, but its honest and beautiful at the same time.

You are an amazing writer.

EKENYERENGOZI Michael Chima said...

Thank you Trista.

I am humbled by your honesty.