The Power of Silence

# baptised in fire forced to drink bleach ~ tongue lost for words cancer speaks beneath # Here comes the man, with unbreakable bones, A brain of sawdust, muffles out his groans Simple minded guy, statuesque on the eye Perhaps none too wise, so was chose for sacrifice There he goes, old twinkle toes, bobbing along Never says a crooked word, nor puts a foot wrong Upstanding chap, til corruption set a trap Forced to take the rap, on him handcuffs slap Here he comes again, his spine broken and bent Never noticed that before, or the sterile scent Still doesn’t know why, for he never told a lie Witnessed someone die, but had no alibi There he goes again, blending in with the dark Can’t stand the spotlight, shows up prison marks Such indelible stains, God knows why they came Numbers replace his name, only a scapegoat remains By David Kavanagh