Home Poem by Paul Frederick

When will I be back?
From much attack?
Who's where, who's with me?
Am I home or not?
I saw a parcel
Going or coming
Like a seesaw
On a border shore
Whether I like it or not
I aint getting shot
I fought for ya
I died for ya
Who's fries?
Who's dies?
I know the inches
Sent in riches
King of a block
A smutter of talk
Child's play
No way
Funny how I can't get enough
Going through all that stuff
A forwarded tear
Hang in, combat gear
I'm a man
Sling the fear
Only a permitted
Casual excuse
My heart toperuse
Velvet love
For the dove
But am tumbling
Bearing it
Now am I in Kajiado?
Or the north pole?
Sippin on a drink
Or teaching people to think?
My color has a tune
So where's the cellar
Black aint in safe waters
Unless secured before
So you left me with an ant
You aint I'll be blunt
I'm home Mr poet
Captained a ship
Derogatory in name
Yet I got the flame
Spit it out
Not about
Can waters make home?
Or land on soil a bigger bone?
You abolished home
Even the chromes
That was my dream
Cruisin' a meme
Figurines are worthless
Feed my quest
To leave this earth
Having given wide berth