We Can't Go Home Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

We are stuck
Home sick
feelings, so nostalgic
But we can't go home
Because the road is lock
It is raining and we will sink
And spent a life time
not reaching home
Or we will sure go to heaven
from the journey
Because innocent men
are tending to their herds
On the high ways
And will surely jump on us
For a ransome or our heads
Hands are tired
Because our assailants
are innocents even before proven guilty
Hooo! Who will dare to charge
When even heaven is theirs?
They have claimed hades.
The mild meek innocence
So ferocious that we now fear
To sleep in our homes
Our khaki boys
Are handicap
They run to us, bloody civilians
And we are all dying together
To be buried without a grave
Because one of us has compromised
Our pain is not that we can't live
But that, we can't go home
For we fear those innocent men
Those ones so harmless
to harm God;
Have they not harmed Devil?

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu