Home

Where is the home we have all lost
We thought we could come back to
After our feet were weary of the world
Where is the way back we have lost
We thought we could find when we left
Thinking that some things don't change
So much that we can't find them
Where is the god we lost when we thought
The word was god and worshipped the priest
Let the other be lynched because
We thought the other was other than us
Where is the truth we buried, when
We keep resurrecting untruths
Who do we wake with our chants
When it is we who are asleep
Where is the home we have all lost
Where is the home we can't remember
Where is the home we have never left.

Hope

Do houses have faces
The one the child has drawn
Looks so human
With eyes for windows
And hair for the roof
The street tap has
A long queue of pots
Marked with initials
Even the dog
Carries a puppy bucket
The clouds in the picture
Look promising
The little artist is an optimist
She has hung a raincoat on the wall
Is there a drought that doesn't end?

Faces

Do we lose our way 
Even in places we have been to before
Because the places keep changing their faces
And the faces keep changing their places
Where we live now strangers knock
At the door for the debtor who has fled
With no forwarding address
The failures can't show their faces
To the faces they cannot face
We hear the one who's hiding behind that locked door
Is a student who cannot pay off his loan
As he cannot still find work
He cannot go back to the village he has left
For the way back is not the way forward
For the face that has lost his face.