SEAN DAVID GRAHAM
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS
By Sean Graham 01/01/2012
If home is where the heart is
Then where are the hearts of those kids who are left homeless?
Subject to abandonment kids,
Grown up on popcorn and murder movies.
Fast life quick life culture.
In the 70’s it was groovy
But now it’s just nag.
Life that precious they live for
No they die for the fad
In the 80’s it was bad
But now it’s just 'Nang'.
Subject to circumstance kids,
Political victim kids
Reject neglect kids whilst mums and pops is
still working out their own homelessness
In a house abandoned by love
Where hopeless promises remain
Where’s their atonement?
Kid left with no memories of magic moments
Just violent kisses
and left terror set after the screams and in between
The cold silences
Their bodies speak in scarlet colored scars and black and blue bruises
But yet why is it those responsible refuse it and cover it like wall paper and glue stick.
Messy cause they’re habitually useless
Their tactical practice in slackness has lost its spring
Like a wet mattress
And their ready to fling pins from grenades made out of paper files and legislative lies
Aren’t they tired????
Where are the service providers?
Where’s the service they said they’d provide
For the kids running from family ties?
Nothing but a ring of broken promises.
No need for speculation why generations cast riots and revolution on the politicians and social systems set out to contain them.
They want freedom to make they own choices of freedom
Not what’s prescribed to them by the propaganda!
So if home is where the heart is
Where do the homeless go
When facing these quests alone
Only answers found nowadays is on road
Where they find rustic key holes
Left in broken doors.
Despite the rusty hinges
And discarded letter boxes,
The door mat says welcome
And oh what a welcome it is
Relished by the cold and homeless kid…
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