There is a place called home,
where there is no harm,
no tears do shed; upon the bed,
just a scene of calm,
lo’ cries and laughs; from broken screen,
gives weariness a name,
made by such a prideful noise,
and finger-points of blame, but
there is a place called home,
where there is no harm,
no tears do shed; upon the bed,
just a scene of calm,
yet technical invasions,
make eggshells to be trod,
frightening talking monkeys,
become the errored god, though
there is a place called home,
where there is no harm,
no tears do shed; upon the bed,
just a scene of calm,
then the sky comes falling,
explosive hail clangs,
seeing every soldier,
baring all their fangs, please
let there be a place called home,
where there is no harm,
allow no dread, make soil bed,
just a scene of calm, still
wholesome pleas are blanked,
by every bad decision,
an over-practiced state of hate,
creating all incision, why
destroy a place called home,
where there is no harm?
Keep smile fed, upon the bed,
just a scene of calm, lo’
they have to keep so busy,
patrolling every floor,
coz’ humans are their most alive,
providing all the gore, stay
away from this placed called home,
where there is no harm,
no tears should shed, upon the bed,
just a scene of calm, yet
cancer choice made woeful day,
bricks and mortar smothered,
to ensure that every hope,
became so dead and covered, thus
there was a place called home,
where there was no harm,
good words not said, just sleep in bed,
the final scene of calm!