When Your Home Betrays You

When your home betrays you,

comes to get you in the silent night,

leaves you on the precipice

without a rescuer slow your flight,

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pretending to have your back,

only to wait until you’ve turned around

to throw a Molotov cocktail in your path,

and not blink once at its deadly sound.

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When your home betrays you,

flies your innocence in the face

of strangers looking to tear through

the walls you’ve built to guard your space,

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taking your precious allegiance and

blindfolding it with ignorance,

assuming that you’ll take a stand

to defend defiant homeland.

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When your home betrays you,

then parents become mere mortals,

and the soul that used to dance with the Gods

drinks with devils instead.

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