Lost to Time

by mipoet

Where did my home go?

I cannot find it anywhere.

This is the wrong universe for me.

I don't like what I see.

Violence and chaos,

fighting and war.

When we live in a land of plenty.

The rich get richer,

the poor stay poor.

Homelessness, poverty,

these things don't make sense,

when modern life should be easy.

Instead we squabble,

like children,

over every little thing.

Nothing gets done,

to the detriment of everyone.

I hope one day I can go home,

to the land I used to know,

where people were treated with respect.

But I fear that place is lost to time,

and will only again exist in memory.