The house where I was born
Has been torn
Down now. The bricks and mortar
That gave us shelter
Are reduced to rubble and waste.
What the haste
Was or what the need
I do not know. They feed
Us fool words and lied.
I was born here; father died
Within these walls.
Can hear the calls
Of his and echo of mine when born.
The house is torn
Down. Only memories remain.
The house that kept me sane.


Comments: 15
I wouldn't mind if someone tore my house down and rebuilt a new one.
My home needs many repairs.
Something different.
I don't know how common it is anymore to be born in house... Neat though