My Home Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Broken boundary walls unlocked doors,
Falling roofs and damaged floors,
Cracked glasses of the old windows,
I can only listen to the noisy crows,
There are no twittering birds on the trees,
Not only me nobody now never sees,
Green leaves and flowers on the tree,
All living here are chained, thieves are free,
The biggest thieves administrate this house,
Many trespassers cockroach, cat and mouse,
Flies and mosquitoes get no obstacles,
We all are waiting for the miracles,
The green tall tree is mostly brown,
My eldest brother wears an imitation crown,
Could he see dog fights of this falling old home,
My grandfather had claimed it will shy the Rome!
The guard of this house comes with the gun,
And repeats the recurred joke and the old fun,
Remaining hungry we all give him breads and butters,
We can't stop him as on the doors there are no shutters!
Locked in a small room I can only see my grandfather's grave,
Thanks God he is buried in a green and beautiful enclave.