09 September 2013

On the Receiving of Orders

All I ever wanted was
  A roof over my head
All I ever wanted was
  A place to lay my dead
All I ever wanted was
  A father, mother--dear
All I ever wanted was
  A brother, sister--friend
All I ever wanted was
  A full and happy heart
All I ever wanted was
  A bountiful and overflowing hearth

But instead, what do I receive
  But a empty, hollow world
What do I receive but
  An unnamed patch of dirt
What do I receive but
  A father angry, mother torn
What do I receive but
  A cold and bitter heart
What do I receive but
  An empty nest, a hollow flight
And a grave unmarked but
  Not even put out of sight.