The Home Front

The hours creep across the face

As she paces across the floor

She can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war

She feels bitchslapped and abandoned

By a world she thought she knew

Cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two

Now they're saying on the flat screen

They ain't found a reason yet

We're all bogged down in a quagmire

And there ain't no end to it

No Nine Eleven or Uranium to pin the bullshit on

She's left standing on the home front

The two of them alone