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 whom will hurt
Doors of steel that should let not a criminal soul
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.
Coming soon to a place near you, or me, I expect! Freedom is going to the dogs!
So much tension and anger.
On Sat, Jul 16, 2022 at 2:59 PM keithgarrettpoetry < email@example.com> wrote: