Gens humana vincet
When we call something a home,
A place of love and comfort,
A place of joy and laughter,
But when our so called home,
Becomes something other,
Than what we want it be,
A black hole sucking everything,
An outsider bulging in,
Threatening our peace within,
Will you simply let them win,
Can you continue to live
Under their power tripping tirade,
Will you push back against those,
Who want to push in the disdain,
Our home is our sanctuary,
A shelter from the rain,
A tender heart for the pain,
Not for those that only care,
To balance the weight of pocket change,
To syphon funds unexpectedly,
To put them out on winter streets,
These so called people who run these things,
Clearly forgot what home really means,
But for people like you and me,
like brothers, mothers, and families,
The one most important thing of all is,
These four walls are a gift for Humanity.