A Nation’s Shame
In the silence of the morning
I take solace in the soothing quietness all around me
Quietness washing over me
Caressing my shoulders as they relax from the stiffness
That befell them at the memory of hell.
Tears flow from un-crying eyes
Epitomising the bruised soul.
A shaking hand attempts to write
Words that ease the damaged heart.
Peace within aloneness
Safe within one’s mind
Aware of excessive questioning
By a member of a culture
That is endemic in an Agency of Law.
God Bless that uniform of those
Who succumb to such a culture,
A uniform, a badge they see
As a licence to diminish a trusting soul to hell.
God Bless the members
Who wear their uniform
Make them fearless,O Lord
In their quest for truth and justice.
Protect them from the evil of a culture
That has been rampant for far too long
In a land where victims struggle with trust
Of that licensed uniform and badge!
Teri. 27th May 2009