Home Is Not An Empire

Home is where the sun rises and you are safe. Home is where there is love and understanding. Home is dancing. Home is where you are you. Home is the land you know, giving you life and protection. Home is the water that you drink and the food that you eat. Home is the people you love. Home is nourishment. An Empire is not a home. An Empire is the sun setting on humanity. An Empire makes us afraid. An Empire is where there is hate and blame. An Empire is limiting, rigid and tight, the opposite of creativity. An Empire is where no one is themselves. An Empire is the land dying. An Empire is the water that you take and the food that you burn. An Empire is drought and starvation. An Empire is the enemies you fight. An Empire is its own foe. An Empire is death. An Empire is extinction. Every dying Empire reaches out with a bloated hand of fascism and hatred to bring the world down with it creating chaos and destruction. At the end of an Empire there are only ruins, The beginning of a new Home. Home is rebirth. Home is a reawakening from hibernation. Home is a forest layered with life. Home is a plain that swallows the multitudes. Home is a mountain blanketed white. Home is a hotspot of dancing in the ocean. Home is clean air, clear streams and fertile land Where life flourishes. Home is where we fit. Home is where we matter. Home is where we hold our victories and failures. Home is the safety of speaking our ideas. Home is family. Home is life gathering together. Home is not and Empire, it is a garden of Eden.