“Home” by Maggie Sue Traynor

Four walls, a ceiling, a floor you see

It’s not always a home to me

Only a place to be out of the cold

Sucks all the energy, can make you feel old

Basic standards hardly met

This seems to be my only regret

No one seems to understand

Basic rights I will demand

Safe housing without a doubt

If you cannot provide, time to get out

Life, you see, is not a game

The way you treat people is a crying shame

A bandage will not due

To solve the problem, it’s up to you

Words you see, are not enough

Without dignity, life can be rough

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