kelkel1967 said:
At This House

Pen marks cover the wall of my room
To the sight and my mother’s crying
At this house

Bread crumbs fill cracks in the floor
To the rats’ feast and my mother’s crying
At this house

Little brother, little sister
Pitching words
Back and forth across the wash room
To the ears and my mother’s crying
At this house

At this house wars are waged
At this house freedom is passed down
At this house there is real love
Even if you can’t see understanding

Calm down children and go to sleep,” father says
Putting down his pipe
At this house there is silence.