Insolence & rebellion

Sometimes,
there is no home,
because coming back
is such a woe.
The bitterness in your face
tells it all,
the speech you gave
was wise,
never so true,
and yet,
ended
with such tantalizing words.
& I wonder
Have we ever been in one of your pride?
Are we such disappointment to you?
You said it once
Disgrace, we are
failure for sure,
but behold,
what we have become
We are what we are now,
is indeed the doings,
of the woman you so much hate.

There is no fear for you
nor hatred in us
for those days has passed,
gone and never returning,
We learned to forgive
but never forgetting,
Yet, it is only you
blinded by the past,
holding such huge grudge.
Why can't you accept
this woman
whom your son tie knot with,
Why did you say you love us,
but yet deny us.
All we want
is a grandfather,
not a dictator.
& when it all comes to an end,
you'll die a broken man,
while we carry our regrets,
for these insolent acts.
That is why,
there is no such thing as home,
as coming back,
is such a woe.