Epilogue

I was murdered, that is why

I cannot speak.

But why should I

Stay silent, while the perpetrators

Of a sin, my Terminators,

Are deemed themselves to have been wronged

By our Justice.

I would have longed

To receive such intercession.

Instead of dying.

Their transgression

‘Gainst me,  suggests,  perhaps their Parents

And now the Civil Rights adherents,

Through a discipline too mild,

Have spared the rod and spoiled the child.

With the greatest respect for, and on behalf of, James Bulger

George Potter