Of Home

In the game of Truth or Dare 

I asked a friend about his country of origin

he frowned and said:

Where blood parade the streets 

And the air, a home for the stench of faeces.

I remembered​ my home 

And how my mother would say: 

People like us seek peace in ways 

that resemble men seeking cities 

without mad-men.

© Elizabeth Semende

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