No Place Called Home Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

From a distance I catch a glimpse of the cross-roads
I have stumbled on my path and gone astray
Felt the nostalgia to track back my steps
My heart desire to find a light to lead me home
In the darkness my soul has known lack
Lack of the feeling of what it used to be.

With my luggage on my back I tread black soils then red
Cross oceans in the midst of ranging tides
I hopes almost crushed at the sea
I have lived through promises of yet a new dawn that cometh
Kept my head high hoping my plea gets heard

Looking for a hand, a war embrace
Only one I couldn't find, no place called home
Departed amidst the wars, the striking of hunger
Looking for a place where my dreams would be fed
Opportunity scarce not even any bread enough for my rumbling tummy
I had felt better in days when smoke came rising from the ruins

To be looked down upon, with a gaze of despicion
Held at bay quarantined from my anguish
Waited for a day to sleep and find dreams in my sleep
But the voice in my head kept me up, longing for home
Days passing by and dreams slowly fading away

Families town apart by the tide to run away from home
My only cry to find a better resolve, to stand again
The courage in my heart slowly burning out
Yearned for less and less but event still never found the place
No place called home.