The War

She is asking me the answer
That is dancing outside of her sight
It is war, I said
It is war and he is winning
But she refuses to realize the damage
Flank attack
Knife in the back
And my foot pushes a cracked board
Back into its place

Another conquest fills his scheming soul
The job has been replaced and refined
Nuturing is now the only source of a nonexistent income
Different driveway for the Silver Bullet
The smell of canine pervades my space
It is war and he is winning

The bank
The arch nemesis of Bonnie and Clyde
Is seizing and squeezing
Putting the end to a family heirloom
Causing the use of a flimsy box
A single denunciation of the nobility
The royalty of the family
He has smeared our name
It is war and he is winning

The desk rocks back and forth
What are you doing this weekend?
Watching the world end
Like it does every weekend
Throwing a goodbye party
For my flaky shaky childhood
While she drinks her cabinet liquor
It is war and he is winning

The War of Broken Hearts
The National Guard has taken the staples
Stolen the supplies like oxygen
To shriveled lungs and deprived minds
Terror grapples with me
The end is near
We are basking in the penultimate battle
Offering the resistance
What of the elimination of a society
A colony of the heart
It is war and he has won