They say home is a place you go and you're accepted, welcomed... LOVED.

This little shelter embodies safety and freedom in whatever form it comes,

Peace and prosperity amidst chaos, because, home is where family is and family breeds chaos; chaos requires solutions and solutions breeds peace, peace is found in a home and we all deserve one... But what happens when we don't have it?

What happens when a place called home is no longer safe?

What happens when the shelter is broken?

What happens when the freedom offered is bound by shackles and the door slammed shut with buckles?

What happens when a home is no longer a home?

Do you leave? Stay and try to fix it? be indifferent? Or have words to say about it?

Well, I'll do the latter,

I'll talk about our failure as a people first, charity they say does begins at home,

I'll talk about how inconsistent, impatient and incompetent we are at choosing the right leaders for our cause,

How easily we throw away our rights when time beacons,

How judgemental and hypocritical we are of people who don't speak the same tongue as us,

How easily we crumble when a little hill arises when we ask for what is

Owed to us...

I'll talk about how leadership is now a slang for enrichment and incompetence,

I'll talk about how even without the slavers we're still stuck in chains,

I will talk about how hungry our bellies are and how loud of a sound it makes to deaf ears,

I'll talk about how shaky and lob-sided the North walks from all the power it drinks,

I'll talk about how much of a hypocrite the West thinks,

I'll talk about the struggles of confused freedom by the East in kinks,

I'll talk about the disorientation, discord and distortion of the home I reside,

The blood clot, the heart bleeds, the brain freezes...

I would like to talk about cLOT, but, would you like to listen?