A Place Called Home

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!