For some it’s a place to return to
For some it is a place to escape from
For some it is a place they cannot return
And for some it is a place they cannot escape
A Place Called Home
That illusive space in time
Where we think we belong
The place to fight for
Or die for
A Place where we wake up
And go to sleep
A space where we thrive
It becomes an identity
Pride and asset
A place called Home
Yet it doesn’t take much
To tear it down
The home of your childhood
Or to lose it to the occupiers
Who too think it is theirs
A Place Called Home
Wars are fought and lost
A lifetime is spent as refugee
What remains is in our memories
And in imagination that illusive space
A Place called Home
Where I am me
Unapologetic me
A place where we can be
Let alone in peace
To go on with our daily drudgery
Watch our flowers bloom
While I looked for it
A place called Home
I didn’t realise
I was home within me
On this planet
Which is our home
We often fail to protect
While fighting to save our idea
Of a place called Home
Mad Decadence 