We once had our own home...
father used to say with a sigh.
Where people with freedom roam -
all was dandy under the open sky.
father used to say with a sigh.
Where people with freedom roam -
all was dandy under the open sky.
On paper, the bosses drew a line
and people went separate ways.
It is not now what was once mine -
once neighbours, now in enemity's gaze.
and people went separate ways.
It is not now what was once mine -
once neighbours, now in enemity's gaze.
A nation became two, then three,
unmended remained homes and hearts.
We now bear the cost of what was free,
while sly leaders played divisive parts.
Prasenjit©2022
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