Seeking a home in Monotetra poem form
|I want to go home yesterday
Where is this home you softly say
There was my home, now blown away
A home, a home, weeping, I pray.
Without family, without home
I wrestle with thoughts all alone
Nary do I desire to roam
Without a dome, without a dome.
A house, no a home, time to spend
With people who will care, befriend;
With family to make amends,
Until the end, until the end.