Is Heaven On Christmas Poem by Fate McFate

My home is infested
By unforgiveness,
My son are scattered
The sheep are out of their pens.

My home is shattered
By it's walls- they are weakened
My wives are tired
It's a moment they rest from their war for power.

My daughters are heart broken
My house is in a mourning festival.
Their pride has been dishonoured.
They are in their torn sarees.

The wild beasts have made my home their jungle
They have eaten my tubers from the field
The galleries have been made an arena
My daughters' garland is their little baraza.

The heaven is on a Christmas vacation
And they left me no forwarding address.

3/16/2014 18: 24