In My Father's Land

I hate it although that's my side story. The breaking of the chains The knitting of myself on the ground The subjection to the crucibles of questions: Of what reason should my going be? Oh my good home! The love of my homeland The love of my brothers and sisters The friendship shared with people of my homeland This becomes my response in the land of aliens. Love felt and sustained In my heart there is joy at the thought of my home Moved with tears if denied to come home In vain do I live outside the city happiness A place of rest The company of the abandoned. Oh my good home.