A Home

A roof over the heads

Of those you cherish;

A secure environment

In which to flourish,

Nurture and grow.

The sound of tears

Resound through the years

Tempered and drowned

By laughter

As kids

In their gaggles

Giggle away

Their fleeting youth.

A lifetime's memories

Adults fears

For future years.

You've no wealth

Except the health

And happiness

Of your own

Which

Fills the family coffers.

But now, today,

They say

You must move

Give up your home

Your nest

So heavily invested

With blood, sweat, tears and love.

Yet, leave you must,

Or go bust,

Trying to pay the blood money

Demanded by the vampires

Who preside over

The country's fate

As though a giant jugular

For them to sate

Their greed

Thus, sealing and stealing our future.