Uprooted

Unexpected

Unprepared

Unimaginable

Loss is supposed to be for things unstable...for things like life, jobs, and love

Not this.

Isn't nothing sacred?

Is anything protected?  

Dog-eat-dog world

Isn't that right?

This ain't Knottingham..

No, here we steal from the poor to give to the rich. 

Another pawn knocked out of the way,

That's us.  

Big cannot see the small.

The hurt. The loss. 

And yeah we're alive,

And yeah, we ain't out on the streets,

What harm has been done?

. 

Well, I think you miss the point of living.

You completely miss the point.  

You take when you should give.  

And now, our piece of the pie is gone.  

Built with my Father's hands,

Our little spot, our little land.  

Not ours anymore, but yours.

There are some things you aren't supposed to lose. 

Like your childhood.

Like home.