Why do you not feel these things?
Why life in a bunker
Why has life not infested you?
With love, hunger
Why when the Americans came
All those years ago
To fight a war
Did you enjoy their gifts?
Of film stars, nylons and dollars
Why do you not feel these things
Like a bird feels when it flies
Like a lamb feels when it is born
The feeling of life as it clogs up the heart
Why do back to back houses
in the grave of the land
Than the call of the wild
The call of love for each other