The cube crumbled into dust,
The pyramid’s peak caved in,
A tooth has to be pulled,
But that — is not your trouble.

Yours is to receive and yours to grow,
Someone else must pay for this.
To have a place to come to,
A place must be freed

By the young one
Who defends the country,
And I, the old —
Burn down.
Time for the next shift —
Live. I bless you.