Deep within my being

Burns a flame of indignation

Unextinguished fury

And absolute frustration

At what’s happened to my nation.

Needing to feel useful

So they don’t feel so alone

I rant on social media

Or blog or write a poem

On what’s happened to my home.

The pen’s deemed to be mighty

But I don’t feel Mightier Yet

We’ve sacrificed our children

And for this they won’t forget

How we were so inept.

Sorry just won’t cut it

It won’t turn back the tide

It won’t give them back their childhoods

Or soothe the tears they’ve cried

While they were so defiled.

So I’ll simmer in my weakness

In my anger and my shame

I’ll wrestle with my helplessness

‘Gainst those who brought you pain

And pray strength we’ll all regain.

For when they chose to hurt you

They hurt us one and all

And our overlords, complicit

Refused to hear your calls

We won’t forget their gall.

A nation bruised not beaten

Will rise and pass the test

And if government can’t protect you

We know who’ll do it best

The guilty will know no rest.

Bart 23