a promise of contented days and hope.
Through battle-tested nations and forgotten allegories,
a truth beyond a sentimental trope.
Home can be a fragile and a momentary thing,
subject to the wills of man and fate--
something worth protecting whether liberal or right-wing,
a dream so quickly compromised by hate.
Home is both eternal and ephemeral, it’s clear.
When soldiers come and batter down the door,
we pray for those who lose their homes in conflicts far and near,
for home is what unites us all, I’m sure.