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;
The greetings are varied;
“Yahk sheh mash”
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