No Place to Call Home

I feel inside I have no home
Though I had one before
In years gone by
A home I could trust
One I could believe in
One built on a strong stone foundation

But now…the bricks are ripped away
One by one, thrown into the heap
To be carted to the salvage yard
To be buried below ground
Soon there will be nothing left
But the weeds around the markings
That once surrounded
My old home

Why was my home condemned for destruction?
Why couldn’t I stay here in peace?
Why am I destined for wandering
Through the land mines and trenches,
The swamps and catastrophe?
Never to be settled
A refugee of this cold world
A world that does not want me

No way to cross the boundaries
No way to find a home
Excruciating doubt
For a system built to destroy
My questions lead to questions
Shouted from the rooftops
In screams of rage and tears
Screams no one will hear

I can only sleep on stones so sharp
They cut my sides, blood pours forth
As I am drained of energy
Headed to eternal sleep
I hope there is a home there
I cannot know for sure
But would it be as horrible
As having no home
Wandering the countryside
Heading for the border
To escape the monsters
That rule my dying land.

Those villainous destroyers of my home…