Duty done is what they said
As he was lying in the hospital bed
There would be no laughter now
As we were left to ponder how
He had died in the knife's thrust
And we stood around as God we trust?
I was a welfare officer with Trevor there
When we walked into the hospital corridor where
The Deputy Commissioner and others stood
Who looked to us as they would
What do we do now as the world wanted to know
With David's family in a room nearby now
We sorted it out as best we could
And took his wife home as we should
The grief was palpable but what I couldn't work out
Is why the reporters wanted to talk to his wife in their flout.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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