We Want To Go Home

We want to hold on to our sky and keep it breathing
We want to hang on to our flesh and feed our stomachs with our peace
We want to re-unite with our friends and wish them well before they are gone
We want to understand our own sound and listen to the cracks of its pain
We want it to be easy to see gold in ourselves
And soft to acknowledge how we did it

And when our obstacles stagger us in many mysterious directions
When our souls keep in touch even when we are far from each other
When our cries break through waves that can be traced to identify us
When our steps run too far from what we know
When life gets too dark to understand
When our memory falls behind itself-
We will pack our bags again and go home

But here is where we connect to build our human fibre.
Count the hours & see the years
We want to go home…

By Nomfusi Xinindlu