Hard times await, scuttle past your old home,
Burning right down, left to an unknown.
Bruises covered by shirts strung to your body,
Casting away a pleasant man’s nurturing.

The clock falls from the mantel,
Children, run, play in your disbelief,
Broken empathy for one’s little grief.

Words that are harder to say,
Much longer to pray,
A courtesy banished in society,
Slipping past nature’s intent.
Put the blame on somebody else,
Manners fall as simple as hello.

A slave to his own country, he walks by,
Abandoned and so alone but he keeps a smile,
The sun shines on the brighter man,
Blackening those who became gratified.

The hands are filled, one doors shuts,
The hero’s hanging up his cloak,
Letting someone less smart apply.

Words that are harder to say,
Much longer to pray,
A courtesy banished in society,
Slipping past nature’s intent.
Put the blame on somebody else,
Manners fall as simple as hello.

The clock falls from the mantel,
Children, run, play in your disbelief,
Broken empathy cradles your grief.