Ray Anyasi Poems
|41.||You Loved Him More||12/19/2011|
|42.||Laments Of Fallen Angels||11/18/2015|
|43.||You Don't Know My Story||11/18/2015|
|44.||To My Muse||11/18/2015|
|45.||Far Was Peace And Trouble Nigh||3/26/2012|
|46.||What Is This Thing||11/12/2015|
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Home is gone, stolen by our enemy.
Home is broken, and nothing left for me.
Now I live in the wreck of an old van,
And my pillow is a soiled baking pan.
Sweet home, can I find another one new?
Home is not a place there is an army.
Home is where there is daddy and mommy.
Daddy is not here because of a gunman.
Mommy is not here because of a masked man.
The gunman and the masked man, shame on you.
Home is where all my friends are around me.
Home is where I can play with Salami.
I saw a pretty boy in a turban,
I tried to play with him here but he ...
That Christmas Night
when three wise men came all to town
to a new born king they offered crown
the manger was the star they sight
and they followed well till there
thus it was that christmas night
sabina thought us some xmas song
ode and co all sang it so wrong
just a few we knew did it right