She first told me of this house when I was a child <br />She wrote it in her documents and filed <br />A house so wild <br />Where the people are very cold <br />A house like a wrestling hold <br />Everyone scrambling for gold <br />There are murmurs and calls for hate <br />Which spreads amongst the offspring they procreate <br />To go and lie in wait <br />Until they receive orders to fire <br />At anyone who aims higher <br />So that they get what they require <br />She documents a house of takers <br />Wanting to acquire acres <br />Which they are not the makers <br />She documents a house of doom <br />Where deception is a costume <br />And aversion is spread from a control room <br />She documents a house of pain <br />Where there is nothing to gain <br />And says to me again and again <br />Beware and tread with care <br />For there are fumes of hate in the air <br />This she makes me aware <br />She tells me of this house each day <br />So I would not be lead astray <br />What then can I say <br />Before the bee stings <br />I would pray for certain things <br />One is for God to carry me on a pair of wings <br />To fly me on a fast pace <br />To a new place <br />Where He would put a smile on my face <br />A place of joy and peace<br /><br />Mark Nyamekye Boadi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-she-refers-to/
