Home

Home is not that homely.

There’s dog shit and litter,

Outside my front door;

The seagulls control my sleep, and wake me up just for fun.

 

Terraced Housing of all colours,

Much like the people who live within their walls.

Everyone has a dog or cat or a baby or a fucking car;

Or more.

 

The greetings are varied;

“Assalamu alalikum”

“Yahk sheh mash”

“Alrite”

But they all sound the same to me.

 

Half the people voted for Brexit

The other half didn’t bother.

I debated the politics

With my immigrant friends.

 

My home is home.

We are the ones who build communities;

Buildings & walls,

Do not create societies.

 

© Jack Nugent

 

 

 

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