We Called It Home

The place where I slept             

Had a shape of dome

There orphans like me were kept

And we called it home.

                 

Luring us in the name of food and fame

They brought us from the streets.

And for the sake of glory and acclaim,

They made us ruthless beasts.

But, in the form of tainted belief

What left was distressed grief.

Because of our deleterious drugs

Seeing so many bodies, without antibodies   

Laying in front of us like dead bodies  

I realized that we became treacherous thugs.

                   

To stop that horrendous deed

And to help those in need

I ran out of that space

To create a new befitting place.

Now, I know the consequences

Consequences of my so called family’s offenses

So, I can never go home

It’s kind of relief.

As I am free to follow my belief

And can listen to my heart as I roam.