But then, where is home?

In a fraudulent world,
where parasites bring hurt unto themselves,
dwells,
nuclear families,
fulminating with chaotic dramas.

To what have we lost our own sense of family?
Our own sense of love?
Abolished by what has given us life and support,
This place in which man has mistook;
Forgetful, of, say, his own bloody birth.

Poor, dear, old Mother Earth,
If only one might see,
Just clear, precisely.

Then atlast can we be shed of this materialistic ego.
And be freed to a new light, into the unknown.
But then, where is home?