My Earth My Home

By Thehouseofruthanne

My earth, my home,

for a short time.

Who am I ?

How did I get here?

Why am I here?

I see,

I hear,

I feel,

I fear.

Why do I sleep?

Why do I grow old?

Why do I walk upright?

What makes me think?

From whom do I exist?

Why do I cry?

Why do I laugh?

Why do I get mad?

From what am I made?

What makes me breathe?

Why do I eat?

I was created bare,

why do I wear clothes?

Why do I have flesh and blood?

Does any one care,

why I toil,

why I pay taxes,

or how Sam and Bill rule me?

Why do I need Devil Green,

when everything,

is given to me Free?

What is there to Fight about?

Why is our habitat ending?

Who is responsible for my being?

I am.

I am responsible for my own destiny,

also my own destruction.

And so should you.

400 years after earths cleansing,

I will be given another chance.

And so will you.

Why will I die?

So others can share my soul