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.
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