This house we call home

I saw a house once standing tall and strong
but we received no quietude and peace
now walls decrepit, and deprived seats wrong
have made deranged thoughts, and unclean strife cease

I knew a house once stoic: potent; tough
but voices screeched, and rhythm lost her charm
now broken stones wail, mourn; they’ve had enough
but we sing near the cold hearth: cozy, warm

I felt a house once sturdy with no fault
but father fought his son, and mother turned
and with no eulogy, truth’s in the vault
but we say grace, hold hands, no lesson learned

The problem didn’t lie in the house or song:
just fools who won’t admit that they’re all wrong

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2017)

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