Young men lost and never found
Round and round the baton is passed
Down the fatherless generations
Killing with knives, suicide:
Forsaken boys in care homes which kill
The dreams in the hearts of the young,
Society twists the knife
Makes them speak in tongues.
Crimes against the person
Those fading penumbras of law and order
Who will search for the heart of the matter?
Our children are playing at games on the green,
Where first shall be last, and the last will scream
For understanding, let him that is without sin
Cast the first stone
Murder in the presence of the frail holy ghost
This tempest of terror, meaningless murder,
Should shake us all out of any residual sense of superiority,
The sons and daughters of all of us are at risk
Of ending in a ditch
Where the killing is done.
Hearts are thrown at strangers
Pain, splattered on a canvas,
Scrawled on a wall,.
Is only a husk of form,
Without the artless agony
Of daily life:
The strangled scream
And the carving knife.