The News
So that is it - the words are said
What then is all this screaming in my head?
What news is this? Hateful and absurd
The coldness creeps with every word
Your mouths are moving but I cannot hear
Am I now deaf or struck with fear
My darling angel little dove
A symbol of such tender love
Have they no heart in what they say
Is our proud moment to be smashed this way
To give opinions and show such relief
And leave me stunned in disbelief
We’ve said it now you must believe
Get on with it. You mustn’t grieve.
But why? How? Where? Was this thing done
It cannot be - not my sweet son.
“You’ll do some tests, assessments too”
My head is swimming what must I do
I cannot cry someone will see
And wonder what is wrong with me
Music screaming children shriek in play
What’s that? I’ll have to stay another day
I can’t! I won’t! I want to leave
Please go away and let me grieve
Your facts and figures hang in the air
There’s people round me everywhere
What trick is this to treat me so
To publicly issue out this blow
I need some time, I want some space
I want to go to another place
To quietly sit and meditate
To find the love and squash the hate
To cry some tears of pity and shame
Then come to terms with the Living Game
