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Many a storm, life had thrown,
To overcome them, I had grown,
But never so much violence had it shown,
As to see my brothers dead, at the break of dawn.

Startled, stirred up by a battle’s horn,
Quieted by devices shooting metal stones,
Were fallen brothers on grass piled on,
And I too, by surprise, to the ground was thrown.

Woke up I, away from home,
Jewelry removed, nakedness shown.
Beside me lay my prince, our crown,
Fear grappled me though I wasn’t alone.

There we stood, beside a table of corn,
Around our necks, wooden tablets worn,
A price marked, a price to be borne,
For though from a womb, to another race was I born.

One by one assessed by bone,
Was dressed in gowns so cheaply sewn,
Then loaded into vessels by the morn,
Sailing far, away to a land unknown.

*(P.s.: It might seem controversial, but I tried to remain true to the stories that I have read before, and the movies I've watched. Reader discretion advised if you are very sensitive to issues like what's mentioned here. It is solely meant to reproduce a thought process, and never was/is/will-be used to convey any message subliminally or otherwise. Thanks and hope you enjoyed!)

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Where're your dreams,
Hidden deep in a burrow?
Hit the soil with a plough,
Hoe and harrow.
For did you not know?
You reap what you sow.

Is life a burden?
Are you a caged sparrow?
You aren't a tall cedar,
But a weeping willow?
Think this now,
You reap what you sow.

Oh, it makes me angry,
You aren't sugar on a pantry.
You should change,
You are your own cage.
If it's freedom you want,
you must jump out,
From this otherwise eternal cycle,
If you don't right now.
Step out, be brave,
Back straight, not enslaved.

Change your words,
Speak positivity,
And confident blessings,
Instead of self pity,
Throw seed you wanna sow,
For a tree you wanna grow.

Zip it little kid
Get up on your knees.
Time, do not rob,
Work hard like the bees
Throw seed you wanna sow,
For the tree you wanna grow.

And don't forget,
it rains from the heavens.
So never sow astray,
Or throw seeds to the ravens.
Do not worry, if it might seem slow,
For deeper and taller still, to the heavens you'll grow.

And... Lastly,

From life, do not shy,
Let your dreams never rot.
For though someday you'll die,
All the other days you'll not.

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Blazing lights shine from high ceilings,
Extravagance displayed store to store,
Deceptive luxury conscience rejects despondently,
Yearning the familiar simplicity of home.

Smells, delicious, lingers in air,
Yet mouth dries up, salivates no more,
For compare they cannot to the platter I know,
The platter, my sweet mother’s, back at home.

It is where they reside – them I truly miss,
My family with whom I did grow,
And hide I now a feeling, that I’m alone,
Away from home sweet home.

Oh, how longer should this journey be?
Every day growing difficult more,
As beautifully pours those reminiscent memories,
Of where I long to be: back at HOME.