The Final Plea


Earth mother, open your arms and welcome me home

What they call home, there I don’t belong

No freedom, no air, no peace and calm

The scorching sun burns my dreams

Giving life to those around!

Amma, take me home….

Let me be at peace – let me rest in your lap

Thorny roses, hot candles, empty tears…

But I’ll happily snuggle under your brown blanket

Hidden from the hypocrisy once and for all!

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