What They Try To Take
they take your money
and they take your memories of childhood
and they take who you are
and they take the way the morn eases into afternoon
the bluecoloured hue of your eyes
and they come back for the people you once knew
the laughter in the parlour
sun out for 5 mins this froze winter
point their tanks and canons at you
bankrupt your heart and close in on your brain
for they are after the one thing they cannot have
if you are lucky
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