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 ...
You Loved Him More
we stayed out late to count the stars
where maga men would park their cars
the cold outside we do care less for
where was charles then all along
i loved you but you loved him more
i neva thought we'd end like this
all we shared was kiss and bliss
that purple robe, that one i tore