At war we feel at home ...

Galatians 5:1 

Stand fast therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free,

and do not be entangled again with a yoke of bondage.

 

 At war we feel at home 

It must be the time of the year

the days seem to be fading.

Here and there a new frontier

but purpose feels degrading.

 

Up and down the ride in life

traveling from past to here.

Then back to the past again

completeness never near.

 

Are we products of seemingly

reproductions cast long ago?

When at peace with fake serenity

but in war we feel at home?

 

Searching for what we want to find

passing by our basic needs.

Until we find what is not there

and so convince our peers.

 

Now we know what it’s all about

we’re ready to give the answer.

I can’t believe that you can’t see.

your mind must be stranded.

 

You want to be free? Follow me

I will lead the way.

When we’re where I want to be

I’ll order you to stay.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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