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.
© J Cosmo Newbery 2013