Loss of Innocence
Houses lost, friends go away…
Then others I’ve never known…
Some areas worse, some less…
But all have seen the scar…
Empty homes with vacant eyes…
The bank will own the loan…
Won’t let lose their precious prize…
Until they’ve made a score…
A few will pass thru many hands…
Most will wait with time…
In the end we all lose…
With tears in our eyes…
The only winner any where…
Is the bank that still holds on…
There was really no doubt on this…
As the monster gobbles more…
As still so much is lost by all...
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012
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