A sigh, a song and a lament

For those who here have lost

Those cherished, now gone

Those who never saw the silence

If isolation lift.

 

Who are they?

Who were they?

Who would they have been?

 

Tens of thousands left

Each a song a story and a voice

Now ash and memory

If together they could speak

Of injustice faced.

 

A tragedy of indecision

Awash with criminal conceit

The shame and cry of a nation

Posit themselves at the feet of those guilty

Of inaction rendered.

 

Where was the money spent?

Where was the response?

Where was the control?

 

Although their mouths no longer

Cheer, comfort, sing, scream or cry

Those tens of thousands still speak

A stark and ever-present reminder

Of blame due.