By Stanley Collymore
Hardly a month goes by without my hearing some horror
story or other of abusive neglect towards and even the
callous and barbaric murder of young children, some
just toddlers or babes in arms, at the hands of their
own mothers or others, generally blood relatives
and their partners, who are entrusted to look
after them, and ought to have instinctively
done so as any civilized and caring
person would. But reality, I’m
afraid, is quite often very
different from what’s
logically expected.
However, even more disturbing than these insane killings
is the ritual passing the buck by so-called professional
practitioners, civic and social agencies, misnomer
terms to say the last in my view, burdensomely
financed by already hard-pressed now suitably
outraged at what’s going on taxpayers in
what to these cynical retards and useless
parasitical jobsworths are evidently
and expediently nothing more than
lucrative sinecure positions that
ironically in their case they are
neither competently suited
for nor should they have
been appointed to
these jobs in
the first
place.
Yet their principal responsibility and the crucial element of
their job description is that of unreservedly protecting
children; a legal and moral task they’ve miserably
and consistently failed to do while routinely
and with consummate impunity getting away
with their criminal negligence and brazen
irresponsibility amidst the pervasive
and pernicious backdrop of their
unconvincing, meaningless and oft stated
platitudes each time another needless
tragedy occurs that lessons must be
learnt and measures will be put
in place to ensure nothing
like it ever happens
again. Until the
next time!
© Stanley V. Collymore
5 October 2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem