Even Home Is Haunted Poem by Damilare Tella

On our way home
Rocky and thorny roads we travelled by
Guided by destiny and belief
The hope of home beat in our heart
Wait and rest, we dare not
For nature itself is unkind

The sun burns, but with a smile
The moon glows, but in a scornful gaze
The gentle breeze with a smiteful touch
The frightful dusk and the melacholic dawn
We were consumed by fear, but full of hope

Gleeful, we were in hunger
It is from our tears that we drank
Only in our thought was our belly filled
With the milk and honey of our homeland
What choice have we?
When our end stared aback
As we journeyed on a lonely road

Here we are, at the door step of home
No hands to welcome us from the journey so far
Not a piece of peace is left to share
Even home is haunted, but by what?