Where did my home go?
I cannot find it anywhere.
This is the wrong universe for me.
I don’t like what I see.
Violence and chaos,
fighting and war.
When we live in a land of plenty.
The rich get richer,
the poor stay poor.
Homelessness, poverty,
these things don’t make sense,
when modern life should be easy.
Instead we squabble,
like children,
over every little thing.
Nothing gets done,
to the detriment of everyone.
I hope one day I can go home,
to the land I used to know,
where people were treated with respect.
But I fear that place is lost to time,
and will only again exist in memory.
Poetry
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Your poem makes my heart hurt, which is 100% a compliment! It really is sad to look at the state of the world nowadays. The way you worded your poem almost makes it feel like rungs on a ladder, each step lowering me further down, away from the light of the past, into a sad, man-made pit.