The hours creep across the face
as she paces across the floor
she can't even get to sleep since Tony went to war
she feels bitchslapped and abandonded
by a world she thought she knew
cold beyond comprehension as their little girl turns two
now they're saying on the flat screen
they ain't found a reason yet
we're all bogged down in a quagmire
and there ain't no end to it
no 9/11 or uranium to pin the bullshit on
she's left standing on the home front
the two of them alone