Sanctuary is a fortress,
more solace than solitude
with crystal-like decoration,
somewhere to lay your hat
Sanctuary is somewhere to hangout ​with family
and spend money until you're broke
Where passion is served on platters and ingested,
where happiness and joy reside,
Where relaxation becomes more than electric
This is a vacation that isn't short
Sanctuary is weekdays at a prison,
opposing anything involving you
The land of the free is the home of the oppressed
People seek refuge in historical lies or fabricated truths
The comfort sought after is hidden
beneath subliminal prejudice and bias
This is not paradise, constantly adapting to be fit,
yet you're not calculated to survive
This doesn't have to be home,
but that's what its residents made of it
Sanctuary doesn't have to be home,
yet that's what you can make it become