Love & Loathing

I looked the blackbird in the eye
He flew away leaving blackness behind
He leaves me here to deal with her pain
Soil tortured, stench of human waste
I hear her cries as the seasons change
Bringing bitter cold and endless heat
I cry for the children; I cry for myself
I cry for our mother's failing health
you could have given hope;
you could have given faith
So I loathe myself to sleep and dream of better days
Give me hope, give me faith