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A poem

Now that I’m grown

I came back home.

Not with anyone

But sadly alone.

My algorithmic, cold feet

Brought me back to this street.

This place in now hunted

There is no one to greet.

This place in now empty

it feels incomplete.

Back then we were really known

Everyone knew this was our zone.

A place where we could call our own.

I remember this place where we used to eat,

We would always fight over this unique seat.

But not anymore

This place is now eaten by the sun and its heat.

Now that I’m grown

I came back home

There isn’t anyone I’m sadly alone

I can hear a melody

Hummed in my brain

It was a cheerful upbeat remedy,

But now the cause of my pain

Memories flooded back bluntly.

Brutal, bloody and inhumane.

Were behind the scenes of this country

The amount of lies told is insane

But the truth of the tragedy will be known again.

I can hear this melody

hummed in my brain

it was a cheerful, upbeat remedy,

but now the cause of my pain.

In our memory

they’ll always remain

heroes with dignity

and their disappearance is never in vain.