No Longer Home

Words hurled into the world
from frothing lips under crazed eyes
still make the little ones cry.

They must go home
where better days were never known
escaping once and never again.

Rain came last night
falling through the frozen air
coating trees and walks with an icy shield.

Everyone will be slipping on the way
as the day where dreams were assured
slips further behind their tentative steps.

The last cries of the prophets:
Prepare your provisions!
Cross the river!
The Promised Land waits no more!
Were always just a dream.

And the child holding your hand
asks with tears on their cheeks,
Is home no longer home?