Early Works - Cries

Early Works - Cries A cry of help from a distraught mind, a cry ignored for too many years, but in the midst of desperation threats of violence rears its head scenes of anguish and conflict fare in a soul, which wonders if anyone really cares. Far from being a lonely cry hundreds, maybe thousands the fate of this lonely soul share. We ask ourselves how can this be. Sadly, the welfare of us all is held in the hands of faceless persons playing god, they are those who wanted the Midas Touch. They demolished the neighbour help relationship well pulling down communities, isolating them in little boxes. “For the better welfare of us all.” They cried, then countless jumped from tower blocks and died and the faceless ones went on their way without a tear of sorrow shed. As the years slipped through our fingers the cries go on unabated and ignored until young lives are held high in demonstration, young lives which showed so much promise and who share our world no more as the cries gone never ending with despair. While the biggest question is never answered is there really any help out there. 30 July - 6 August 1985 Authors Note: This poem was written about a Government report that showed the mistakes of the 1960s when communities were destroyed in the wake of tower block revolution.