I thought of building myself a new home I was getting tired of living in a house that had a roommate called hate and a neighbour called war. I always new the house I was living in was never going to be my permanent residence But I thought for the time being, my house earth would make me feel comfortable. I realised that earth didn't care if I stayed in it's rooms or not because as soon as my roommate love died Earth had already taken up a new tenant - hate It surprised me how love could just be replaced with hate like that Like love didn't even matter And now hate and my neighbour war have become friends
They've been killing people in cold blood And separating black from white like black and white TV shows never existed. But it's not just them, they have friends called disease and hunger Disease and hunger make it seem like it's inevitable for them to be here. Eveytime they come they take away from my friend joy. They leave us in pain and agony. Our tears have become part of us that we have forgotten what it's like to live in a house with love. This why I have to move out
So now I'm building myself a new home A new home where I can be a permanent resident My roommate will be love again And my neighbour will be peace The land where I can build my home has already been chosen for me The owner of the land has already been looking out for me He knows me by my name And when the land is ready He will have me.
Been a minute... But wrote this because 2020 has been 1 hell of a year. It just reminded me that we all gotta be strong because this is not our permanent home.. We meet to part and part to meet ❤️