WHEN HOME DESERTED US
you breath blood
in your throat
your neighbors run faster than you
the girl you want to marry
speak fire and called it romance
&
your childhood friend
hold a gun
you have no option
than to run faster
than the country
that tear your passport & identity
I would understand
you need to understand
Because no one choose
to wake up with a syrup of misery
Or
choose something more than journey
when home weave freedom on your skin
IT'S ONLY WHEN HOME DESERTED US
Savïòúr Mîçhéàl
©2018•
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