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.