21. Foreclosure: Write a poem or short story about someone who has lost or is about to lose their home.
You people truly are the evillest of them all. To take a home. and to reduce it to mere percentages, mere money, is just sickening. We make so many homages to home, (“there’s no place like home”, “home is where the heart is”, etc) and then we just sell them on like they’re mere possessions. I just don’t understand it. This is a place where a family has lived and breathed, this is their nooks, their crannies, their secret hiding places, their whole life, and people like you come in and just take it, to tear it apart between your hands, well you make me sick. And do you know what the most ironic part is? After this you’re going to go home. You’re going to go home, put your feet up, be nice and warm, look around you and be happy, so happy that you are in your own home.