The inpolite invasion

(Originally written for my mother during this difficult time.)

When isolation is comfort,
When right is wrong,
When all that surrounds me is practically gone,
I turn to you.

When they invade our privacy,
And make up lies –
Can we push them away?
Can I silence my cries?

If their best interest is ours,
And their intentions pure –
Then why do they break us, to take us
And expose us to law?

Maybe I’m being paranoid, pathetic and lacking positivity;
But it seems that they’re cunning and conniving and attacking me.

When will they leave me?
When will they go?
Why don’t they recognise a happy home?

Was all their training for nothing?
Or, do they only attack those that are...
Loved, looked after and provided for?

When they see it – I hope they do soon,
We’ll watch them go, we’ll wave
           Just us and you.