No this isn't home
else i shouldn't have to roam
wasting my days in toil
wandering, begging, tilling the soil
home can't void of peace
where goals can't be grabbed with ease
The best of comfort here
is a shadow of all that i hear
of an abode somewhere i don't know
whether high up or right low
and why call it home, if hard to attain
if i have to strife over and over again
Show me home
somewhere real and awesome
not abstract, not illusive
this thought i have long conceived
else i go to the grave
call it home, just being brave
written in calabar, Nigeria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Home is where peace comes with ease 🥰