Little things that start a war

Clothing is just clothing
until your roommate
Makes a habit of using, 
Not washing
Worse, not returning

Ah dishes are just dishes
Until they pile in the sink
Making home feel like trash
A hotel for rats to crash
worse, odors that are so harsh

Music is just music
Until your neighbors
turn the neighborhood to club
your sweet dreams rob
Worse, your peaceful meditation in a warm tub

Soil is just soil
Until landmarks and boundaries
Transforming states into a country
Limiting movement through immigration policy
worse, killing dreams and ending lives in order to gain territory.