(aka: Don’t panic, we’re from the government and here to help.)

Calculated or unintended, injury is the same
Might not be discernible it’s camouflaged, restrained, but raw
38 years inside me I’ve nursed this injured child
Birthed through evil motives, by those who violated law

We live and work secluded
With the trappings of success and pride
But the normal course of life not possible
With this suffering child inside

I’ve known a few who self eliminated
While oscillating between “no biggie” and a disaster
But we decided very long ago
Not an option – we, would be our own master*

And carry on for as long as possible
And do the best we can
Then God Blessed us with the discovery
Of a high desert alluvial fan

Continued on this revisited cycle
Of peace then utter despair
Tranquility destroyed with compete disregard
For how we ended here

In the only place of safety/comfort
For like many, is our home
But now that too they’ve compromised
With the disrespect they’ve shown

A warrant-less search for a Welfare Check?
Forced entry later set off alarm?
But we were not even here
They pretend there was no harm

Apparently we’re not deserving
Of the privacy most others enjoy
Sometimes I laugh through the disbelief
But lurking below quite annoyed

No timely answers to questions
Only elevated suspicion to distrust
Just their side important for reports
As a victim my expression a must

Obviously not my first rodeo
So round and round we go
While facts are blurred with disinformation
Guaranteeing citizens know

Only what they tell us
Of course in their best light
Why bother with the little stuff
Like they started yet another fight

Did you know a significant number of people
Are actually killed in their own homes?
Because someone desired a Welfare Check
Instead of leaving the self-secluded alone

The traumatized child cries “it’s unfair”
“Cruel and illegal” it screams
And once again I sooth it’s distress
With plans for our high desert dream

To escape such Cali-fusion
Where a wellness check could bring death
Best intentions are no substitute
When best practice replaced with a guess

For three and a half years I have worked very hard
In order to develop a new place
Where we could finish what’s left of our life
But again someone spits in our face

The part that really fries our ass
The denial and feigned ignorance
How could such dangerous activity
Lack such common sense?

We’re in a real dark place right now
But it’s familiar and know how to cope
The ups and downs of processing facts
A solution that works – not just hope

Remember Robbie the Robot?
And his famous “this does not compute”
Well, same thing here but with real flesh and blood
Perhaps later – my best to you, Lew

• Naturally with God’s Blessings, strength and comfort