Home
Your place of sleep, comfort, rest
Used to be den of beasts, the birds' nests.
You own home by turning them homeless
Soon they will freeze or, die of thirst.
We see such on the roads, in shelters
Women-men-children-elderly; abandoned!
What love or beauty can exist, you expect?
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