Little House.

I wish my heart and soul

could be built as a steel house. 

I see everyone in this small world 

fallng apart because

their houses were too frail. 

I am amongst those people.

I was on my way home,

to see a monster tearing it apart.

We call it "nature" 

Because it is so beautiful and wretched.

As it tears me apart I am left hollow I walk through sleepless streets,

as this same action hurts everyone else. 

Now we must make something out of the scraps let behind. 

For now the rain has come to wash us all out. 

There is no hiding the "natural" 

disaters out an inside of us.

As the drops fall to the dak pavement,

 reach down a pick up a shard of glass.

As my reflection in it slowly fades out I know.

I have lost myself. 

The rest of me is gone.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.