De-housed for Me

You did not know did you?
That my house gives me rights.
You did not know did you?
That my house gives me virtue.

Food, Clothing, Shelter
I demand that you are not naked
But not full or warm
I won’t offer you sleep

Not on my lawn
Or even in a park
Not here, I say
Brooms and authorities both sweep

The dust, the garbage.

My TV blares
I sing with Alexa
I have a house
You stay quiet

What you know
That I will not see
With my infinite grace
You were de-housed for me

Romi Mahajan is an Author, Marketer, Investor, and Activist


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