(Poem published in Poetrysoup.com, allpoetry.com and internetpoem.com)
A storm of crisis swept through my home
The neighbor looked uncooperative
Instead, he blocked the way to my house
Those who come from afar
There was no way to come my house
The crisis was over
he threw the definition of neighbor
However, I did not complain
This year again
Another crisis drove the gun
Both of us were scared
He was resourceful
I am resource-less
The crisis got a little worse for me
I was moving at my own pace
He thought it was an opportunity
He remembered it was the time to squeeze my neck
A storm of crisis swept through my home
The neighbor looked uncooperative
Instead, he blocked the way to my house
Those who come from afar
There was no way to come my house
The crisis was over
he threw the definition of neighbor
However, I did not complain
This year again
Another crisis drove the gun
Both of us were scared
He was resourceful
I am resource-less
The crisis got a little worse for me
I was moving at my own pace
He thought it was an opportunity
He remembered it was the time to squeeze my neck
He thought this was the time to fight me
And he began to grab the land I was on
And tried to bring an earthquake on my face
oh my Neighbor
It's enough
Remember;
When the escape route is closed -
Though he is child of man he fights with lion.
And he began to grab the land I was on
And tried to bring an earthquake on my face
oh my Neighbor
It's enough
Remember;
When the escape route is closed -
Though he is child of man he fights with lion.
