(written after the massacre, by a ‘loner’ at Newtown, Connecticut)
A chilling stillness overcomes the world
Unbelieving, did this really happen?
A troubled man escapes, anger unfurled
Blinded, armed, exploding ‘mongst the children.
We cannot guess the state of our brother
The secret quest to find his own ego,
The silent conflict ‘twixt Man and Mother
How can we know what’s never put on show?
More, display excess, trying to impress
Fast cars, fierce dogs, knives and assault rifles
Violence, bad language, all, more or less
Treated as insignificant trifles.
Ego – Angry, sad, witness to these times
Of quiet despair, in words and rhymes!