Lost Home Poem by Blessing Asake

middle west of south region,
where sun set late at noon,
where old birds sing in Melody
and fly at noon.

center of excellent buh no one wish other right,
brothers are lost when we to find the shadows.

keep reminding the old green
pasture around, moisture air within
weed buh docorated has flowers,
sound of linage makes me happy.

My home make me happy,
I sign up to regain it now I think in nothing,
Who will set my home free.