The home of no home"

My flare for poetry saw me moving around with pen and paper anywhere i wish like going because inspiration just pops and now it goes and you would be like wow!
But i just sat down to pen this down and i hope you get inspired by this little piece of edifice and it is my earnest desires that we all come to the through sense of our humanity

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" the home of no home"

We like children are Homeless not hopeless,
With hopes soaring with pride high above our prowess.
We walk like children on match to natures call.

Living in dawns of misery by faith we walked through high altitudes;
For our fists has broken loose like thrilling beatitudes,
From tyrants holding us captive.

Looking backward we sought not.
As dancing to the echoes of backward tune is a crime,
But who would look back not again ?

Surviving the thorns of the streets we hoped for shelter,
That could turn sun's mourning into laughter.
But as evening came we all leaped with joy:
For our prayers became gifts as a reward of our foy.

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Once in that world we vowed never to be there again,
But those we once left awaits our salvation.
But who would look not back again?

Dining with our captors we walked like master's over all.

Forgetting the history we once shared,
We acted like men without conscience.

Like humans without sense of humanity
We turned brutes devouring those we once shared the street with.
Together we fought as luck saw us through,
That the way ahead may be a path for all.
But our selfishness made us tyrants over our own miniatures
For our brothers now ask why?

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Henryduke pens down.