We wallow in our muddy shadows
Complacent lawyers and bureaucratic arrows
While all this fallow land lies barren
And your streams have been polluted
Your womb is no longer safe
To provide shelter from the storm
I come home to a tornado in my bedroom
You are the pension I never earned
Yours is the attention I yearn for the most
Now I must first learn how to grieve
In order to ever truly breathe again