Home – Poem By The Pesky Poet

Home is not what it once was,
Where there were walls,
There are now deep holes,
Where there once were houses,
Is where they drop bombs.
A playground bully,
Elevated to a position of power,
Taking his petty hatred,
Out on the average person,
Children, Fathers and Mothers.
Home is supposed to be safe,
Where friends will visit,
And family will call,
Not somewhere to be scared,
Of the next bomb that falls.

┬ęThe Pesky Poet

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