I miss the country of The Lion
I miss my parents being well

Father stop humming on that song
Mother stop cooking that soup

You both know as well as I do

That ignorance has become their root
That hope is just another lost suit

But we miss our cat-shaped hearts
But we miss where we belong

Grandpa whom I never saw
I kiss you in my dreams
In your arms

Grandma whom I wept for as a child of three
I embrace you over and over within me

The country of The Lion
……………….unites me
though scatters barbarity
though leaves things filthy

The country of The Lion
-I’m nothing without you-

though you’re sickening
though you’re a tumour
………you wanna grow on this body
wanna grow on the rest of earth
and kill decency
with your indignity

the country of The Lion
which I left …only to get snow

your humid wind, running down my chin
your sand between my toes, feeling mother earth

your castles of fire and gold
-take me higher
to you I told …the power of the wind and desire

you who named me from my birth
yet you deprived me from your own earth

the one I lay on as a baby girl
the one I wish I could kiss before this world falls through to dust

You’re the one thing I can’t cleanse,
The only thing I wish I could mend
But you have lost all your hearts
leaving you dense
to me you make no sense