It’s not easy being a bystander
watching the moorings slip
as the vessel bobs uncertainly in the water.
Is it going under?
It’s not easy remaining silent
when the volume of insanity becomes deafening.
Drowning out all sense and decency
and the tiny fragments of altruism
still caught in the clenched fists
of those who have yet to abandon hope.
Are we going under?
It’s not easy turning my back
to the little lives I’ve loved and protected
as the inconceivable happens.
As indignant parents-
MOTHERS
start clambering for the right
to make their own children
less safe.
They’re going under.
