My Dearest Child…
My Dearest Child,
I’m writing with the hope that one day you will understand
That the life you see all around you, is not as I wished or as I planned —
I find it so hard to quantify, all that has happened on my watch,
Things I was far too busy to attend to, whilst moving my career up a notch.
The wars that were nothing to me but a video game, because they were on TV,
The violence that I tolerated, because it was towards someone else’s family.
All the animals that have become extinct, I cared not for their plight,
I never thought once about preservation, about doing what was right.
I knew of the little children who were starving to death, each and every day,
Little children with no clean water, who had lost the will to play.
I understood that they had no book, no education, I knew they were often
bought and sold,
I knew that some of them were soldiers, without a hope of ever growing old —
I knew about global warming, the poisons we’d pumped into the seas, the atmosphere,
I knew all about the dangers of trident, I planned to recycle more next year…
I watched as capitalism killed decency, I stood by as racists threw their hatred about,
I kept my head down in the face of oppression, I turned away from those who cried out.
I saw the way that women and girls were treated, the sheer lack of equality,
I saw all the vulgarity the filth that they had to deal with, but in the end it didn’t bother me.
I saw the welfare state become the must hit target, as the vulnerable were further ostracised,
I watched as people queued for miles at foodbanks, but even to this I was desensitised.
I watched as young men were driven to suicide, a way out of this life being their only goal,
I saw how they struggled to find their place, how mentally chains wrapped around, crushed their spirit, mind and their soul.
I watched as all the libraries were closed, as the NHS died a violent death,
I saw human rights go up in flames, and yet I did not feel bereft —
I watched as once banned drugs became quite legal, I watched as abortion
replaced the need for the pill,
I saw what the church has done to God, how it’s now God who foots that bill.
I didn’t do the things that I could have done, let alone the things I should have done,
I didn’t care about pollution, I never once looked for a solution,
It was all about me, me, me —
I didn’t think about your children, nor about the kind of world that they would be born into,
It seems I didn’t think at all about, what I would be leaving behind for you.
And now the penny is finally dropping, the revelations plain to see,
All the things I didn’t care about, to you child become this parent’s heartless
Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1st November 2016 ©.
Taken from the book ‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane ©.
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