Erik Campbell's Poetry Phrase

“The buildings are burning because no one feels at home…”
What defines a home? Is it the place where you grew up? Is it a feeling within your soul of comfort and acceptance? Why is it that we feel comfortable in what we call our homes but the minute we step foot out of our zone we freeze? The world is everyone’s home but lately instead of the world being everyone’s we have split it up, claimed our territory and become a battlefield. Peace presides no where and life becomes a competition. We are all so locked up that no one even tries to understand our opposites. The buildings are burning because we, as a nation, as humans have destroyed it. There is so much war and hate that even the place you could once call home has disappeared like the ever growing old virtues of love and peace. Now people think for themselves and live for themselves. Iraqis must not feel at home because someone has taken over their way of life and told them that what they have been doing for years is wrong. You become a person stripped of all dignity and pride. So where do they go now? Iraqis wouldn’t risk their lives and the home they live in to attack the Twin Towers (buildings) if they didn’t feel threatened. We say America is united but how united are we really? We still have prejudice and bias and work to better ourselves. Unity refers to a unit of one and America does not fit that description. So, although the US may be called a home to many, in some ways it is a broken one. We tell people how to live their lives and then don’t abide by our own rules. Buildings like the Twin Towers are burning because no one feels at home in a world where no one trusts. No one loves. No one cares.