This place called home

This is a poem about how I view this world.

Slowly, As love becomes loathing.

And peace turns to war,

I realize. This world will never change.

Because no one tries,

So our loved ones die,

Due to this place called home.

And those who are alone,

forced to save themselves.

But daily they are beaten to the bone,

By this place we believe is home.

Author's Note

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