Home is where human spirit and effort unite,
Shelter, care, and love, warmth and light.
Cradle of armor and invitation,
Sanctuary of growth, pride, and imagination.
Shelter from the storm, penultimate destination,
From celebration to recreation, this is the place our lives should happen.

No one should get to label it a "hippie liberal dream."
If they begin that rhetoric, let us drown them in a scream.
The world should demand it, insist upon its due,
For shelter, nurture, and love should be a possibility for all,
For everyone, especially me and you.

A home can be pride made tangible, a legacy to guide,
A respite for effort where hope should abide.
We can do it
We must
We can.

The truth though
Is that we have never really tried,
Despite those freezing on the streets
And all of the tears we have cried.

Greed is not better or bigger than all of us.
It is time to stand up, speak out,
And let the corporatocracy and oligarchs feel, not just hear,
That enough is enough.