When a house is not a home
There can be no safety, no
security
There is no liberty, no
peace
Thus this structure,
remains a cage
Trapping the souls crying
for freedom
Freedom
Without it one cannot feel
joy
For the suffocating air of
toxic
And noises that was
mistaken for music
Down, down the soul would
drown
In the ocean of the
forsaken
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