I'm living in a house without electricity-
This city could have been so pretty,
Grass and trees and leaves and bees-
Now it's become gritty,

Concrete dreams and pipes and steam-
Steel beams: at night they gleam,
And a scream, what could it mean-
Another life torn apart at the seams,

A body, broadly speaking-
Left to rot and reeking,
The people peaking out their curtains, meek and-
The police chief got no sleep this weekend,

I'm living in a house without water-
My daughter's missing- 6 o'clock news fodder,
Dead and cold maggots and mold-
She was just a toddler,

Blood, dirt and mud-
Not soap nor suds, I'll need a flood,
To wash way this god-
Forsaken rug before my ****** mug,

A family- no longer,
Leave the song here,
We're gone or goners-
Born in April, now May is dawning.