Outrage

With grave, sombre look and pulpit tone
the newsman tells of soldiers, killed.
Shows film of homemade, roadside horror,
young life, lauded yet unfulfilled.
Then, by way of utter contrast
to raise his viewers’ lagging spirits,
moves swiftly to the latest sportscast,
talks goals and heroes’ winning tactics.
I am left bereft and tearful –
even though my son’s alive I’m racked
with guilt. I burn, resentful
and ache to smack that smug reporter
for linking players in the same smart breath
with heroes, whose awful price was death.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s