Elysium

I built a

house once,

and it was

beautiful

and

perfect

and

mine.

And I built

it up from nothing

just dirt

and work

and sweat.

And my neighbor

protected me

from robbers

and thieves,

and told me

how to grow

my garden.

 

 

Then

one day

my neighbor

lost

his house

to follow

a cause that

cowards

wouldn’t support.

Our neighbors

turned their

backs to him

to pretend that

nothing

was wrong.

They pulled the

curtains and

pretended

there was

peace.

So I closed

my door and

locked The bolt

and turned away

to follow

to a place

where only

the brave can go.