the roof rattles even for a breeze
cracks all over
winter presents shorter days
but I can go back
when the war is over
to where the sun’s warmth
keeps our lives together
where we grew coconut trees
vegetables in the backyard
and herbs for good health
our hibiscus flowers are bright and fresh
like a baby’s rosy palms
I’ll go home
when it’s all over.
how can you forget
the bloody past that
destroyed our innocence?
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