The Ripple

The Ripple A place, safe. Close, not far. Here, not there. The storm, relentless. The power, horrific. The temper, violent. Children, lost in the shuffle. Made to be, the pons in the game. Walking the tightrope, between houses, like circus clowns, without makeup, but made up to be... Paper, orders, judges. Screaming fights, in the street. A calm... like death, answered with blows. The crowd now knows. Abuse numbers have gone up while we have been in lockdown. Prayers for those still trapped.