WHERE IS HOME?

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After the funeral

Breaking cola nuts

We sit and reminisce about the past

And in her voice

Only sadness

Her only son taken from her

 

In every headline we are reminded

That this is not home for us

 

In every headline we are reminded

That this is not home for us

 

The second generation blues

Our points of view not listened to

Different worlds and different rules

A question of allegiance

 

Clinging to her Bible and her scapular

And the memory of the way things were

I don't see hope

I cannot smile

I burn with anger all the time

 

We all read

What they did

To the black boy

 

In every headline we are reminded

That this is not home for us

 

Where is it?

Where is home?

 

Where is it?

Where is home?

 

I walk this modern tightrope

Of humility and bellingerence

This tommyrot and flag waving

Is getting me down

I want to stamp on the face

Of every young policeman

To break the fingers of every old judge

To cut off the feet of every ballerina

But I cannot

 

So I just sigh

And I just sulk

And I pretend

That there's nothing wrong

The teeth of this world

Tear me in half

And everyday I must ask myself

Where, where, where?

 

Where is it?

Where is home?

Where is it?

Where is home?

 

In every headline

We are reminded

that this is not home for us

 

In every headline

We are reminded

that this is not home for us