We feel for you
But act we don’t
We share your pain
But fight we won’t
We revel proudly in your courage
As if it were our own
For the impotent and weak
Can drone on and on
Our sympathies to your plight dear departed souls
Are masked by a web of good intentions riddled with holes
How easy to talk about ethics and strength
As Morals and Action rest placidly on the bench
It is a pity that theatrical stances and sullen words
Cannot even change a tune in songs of birds
It is unfortunate that grandiose speeches and squabbles over who is boss
Will not take back from a victim’s mother her sense of utter loss
We have all become victims here
Those who resist are victims of hate
Those who just sit are subject to guilt
Can we not stand together for once?
Before it is too late?