I need a home
Home is a place one finds peace of mind,rest and comfort.i need a home,i dont care ,even it's a match box,in as much as i find peace and comfort.
I need a home to rest my hapless body.To keep me safe and warm.I dont mind a match box.
I need a home,even if it's under a tree,at least i would enjoy birds' song.
I need a place of rest and comfort,i dont need a slave rider's mansion nor whips of posh and comfort of chains.
I need a place where my laughter echoes from the dept of my heart.
I dont want comfort of misery nor home of terrors,my match box is better off if my peace is terror.
I want peace of mind and rest and not gun blazing home full of killers and soul takers.
Freedom expressed inside a match box is better off slavery ,terrifying comfort of chains,shackles and whips.
I rather stand tall alone on mountaintop alone than enjoy comfort slavery offers.
Whip and hush at night,
Unpaid labour in the day,
Mockery at dawn and flogging at dusk.
Bleeding on barefoot,seared hands of tilling the land for slave masters.
Masters' comfort is a disease that destroys a man's spirit.A man dies standing because he chose a cage over a match box.
I need a home to rest my hapless body.To keep me safe and warm.I dont mind a match box.
Even ocean's bottom would rather host my hapless than
a cage,chains and shacles of slavery.
Home is a place one finds peace of mind and comfort.i need a home,i dont care ,even it's a match box,in as much as i find peace and comfort for my life.