They say home is where the heart is,
Oh, but how can I settle for a place with just one heart?
The world is full of beating hearts,
Just longing for a place to call home.
Maybe it’s the stray cat you see,
Wondering the street seeking a home.
Maybe it’s the dog that was left,
At the shelter waiting for his next home.
But my friends, we can dig deeper.
You will see there are places that are homes,
To many whose suffering we borne
Oh, but could you call these places home?
When they are nothing but places to mourn.
Maybe if you look harder
You will see through the sheet metals
That cover the suffering that happens inside
Farms, barns and milking yards.
They call them slaughterhouses
But they are not a house you’d call home
If home is where the heart is
Maybe we don’t have a heart at all.
Written for #EverydayInspiration, Day Three: One-Word Inspiration