Home is where the hate is –
It was not always so;
That home should always be
Where the hate was;
But Hate came into the home
And made itself comfortable.
Home is where the hate is –
Like a broken tortoise’s shell
We carry it around
Thinking we can retreat into it
To be safe…
But that’s where we’re most vulnerable.
Home is where the hate is –
At the end of the day
We bring back some small token of hate
To sit on the shelves with the rest…
Home is where the hate is –
’Cause the hate is in our hearts…
Time for some spring cleaning
Don’t you think?
hey its just like my house but at night im always crying good work i like it keep it up love robin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem, with so much truth in it. I think the reader can see all of what you write and relate to at one time or another. Great poem.10+++