We Want to Go Home

We want to go home

The only place

where the sweet sound

of our mothers voice

Echoes through the walls.

We want to go home

If we get stuck

on a tree

or lost

in the big city,

our fathers’,

with their paled pink skin,

would bring us together

Again.

We want to go home

I wish my auntie was here.

I wish my father...

Oh, whats the use!

We want to go home

The conch,

with its smooth paled pink color,

so pure,

so innocent,

Is all we got.

We want to go home

That conch,

sitting on that rock,

brings us together

as the world cracks

and we drown

In the deep dark blue sea.

We want to go home.

That’s all we want.