Repost - In the Mourning

Kerry, at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invites us to write a poem as an open letter.  

I wrote the following two years into Obama's first term.  Nothing has changed.  

Certainly not for Bradley.

In the mourning.

You won me over when we met;

Your silver tongue and golden speech

Filled me with hope, a sense that change

Was really there, within our reach.

But now in the cold and morning light,

I see that it was but lust

And not providing a warm embrace

As a loving engagement must.

Two years on and we have more wars

And Guantanamo is still supported,

Bradley rots in a solitary cell

And cluster bombs are still exported.

Desire was there for better times

But moral issues have been evaded.

Israel continues to flout the law

And sovereign countries have been invaded.

My eyes are open to what I’ve lost,

It’s tomorrow and reality is dawning;

In black, I regret what could have been

And I don’t respect you, in the mourning.

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013

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