I grew up here.
I am sitting
on my porch
listening to
the sound
of nothing.
Then, there were
four or five cars
on the street.
Now it is
parked solid.
Prosperity.
Many vehicles,
good jobs,
nice houses,
peace and quiet
and safety.
But out there
half the world
is burning
and its tortured
populations
flee toward
just this kind
of life.
How long
before this
silence is just
a memory
swamped by
the rising tide
of human misery
desperately seeking
this kind of home.

  ~mce