Moving On

Moving on is what they all want to do, But the victims can't because they are too traumatised, Or their bodies too damaged, Maybe even worse, with all contact in this world severed. The parents of both victim and perpetrator too desensitised, With too many questions unanswered, And lack of sleep leaving them broken and demoralised. The perpetrators may seem pleased, With no consequences formalised, But with no help for getting over what materialised, While taking drugs and alcohol unsupervised, There is little hope of them being satisfied, When, if they have not overdosed, Or spun out while driving disqualified, They find they have reached an age that makes them terrified, That jail will be specified. The police are mortified, That the rules prohibit any solutions being applied, Which means no one involved, Is able to move to a place where sleep is uninterrupted. Meanwhile those selling the drugs that the waters muddied, And those who see no harm in shifting the focus to health related, With no thought being debated, About the fact that those selling the drugs are not interested, In their health being bettered, As they make a killing out of lives being shattered, Are moving us all to an even darker place, that is more blood splattered. Are we that unimaginative, That we cannot find a way to use our initiative, And find ways more positive, So, more of us can live, Without taking drugs more prescriptive, For our sleep to be less disruptive.