MUSE....

The strayed sheep...

Wandering away is the way to go,
but returning home should not be so cold,
looking for what, i do not know,
but finding things is what we will see- no doubt!
lost we are not, for the way home is clear and bright as the sunset,
reaching home is the problem,
one that continues to expand by the minute.

We have strayed and we continue to do so.
Husbands from their wives,
wives from their duties,
children from their mothers,
people from morals,
nation from its people and value holds no price.
is it the question of the Bland leading the Blind?

The people are made scapegoats,
miscreants litters the city,
rogues rule and diversity, the order of the day.
In all this chaos, we continue, to strive in a less thriving situation that we are faced with daily.
My land strays and takes its people with her;
those of us who have been weakened by the tides- give up
and lets it wash us away.