MY HOUSE

This is my house

The shelter of lions

The abode of sheep.

Built with mud,

Raised with stone,

My house endures.

Each room is a trap

Each door is dangerous

Each window is egocentric

To whom do I complain?

My house is divided

My corridor is in ruin;

My neighbours are helpless

My people are clueless

My words are useless.

Lion prey on sheep

Sheep hunt themselves;

You’ll know my house when you see it.

Who’ll tame you? Lion!

Who’ll rescue you? Sheep!

Who’ll end the brawl?.

Look at my house

Standing on the precipice

Marching backward, gazing forward.