HERE IS MY HOUSE
Here is my house built for this world today,
There is a gate so that you can’t get through,
If not invited there will be guns waiting for you.
Two dogs growling, mean as could ever be,
An alarm system that calls on those who will hurt you indeed.
Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul get in,
Supplies for survival if this land must come to this.
Here is my house, not one of dreams but of safety,
Not the way our country should be, here is my house the way I see.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
That is really an interesting concept.
Thanks so much
On Fri, Mar 20, 2020 at 5:37 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Nice one.
Thanks so much for reading.
A tragic poem indeed. Thought-provoking.
Thanks for reading.
On Sat, Mar 21, 2020 at 7:05 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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So sad that it has come to this 😕
Thanks for reading.
On Sat, Oct 24, 2020 at 4:47 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You’re very welcome.