getty images
No Mister Bobby
to place a loving arm
around those sunken shoulders;
no Gary with those death stare eyes
to mouth those words of the wise:
“’av’ a word wiv’ ‘im”
A nation does not share those tears,
this battle yours
and yours alone
in all its bitter solitude.
A Shakespearean tale
doomed to fail,
schoolboys own stuff
buried by the harsh realities
of the twisted knife
in life.
