The Six-O-Clock News Poem by James Tipp

He stands transfixed on a road to nowhere
Pregnant and traumatised she stares into empty space
His voice is one of complete despair we have nothing
Yesterday he dispensed drugs to the sick and suffering
Today on this road to nowhere he stands bewildered.
I sit in front of the screen sobbing with grief for them
For the rest of us who sit by and can do nothing
I have entered their grief and seen their powerlessness
Yet unlike my vocational calling, I can do nor say anything
I view as one like the ancient gods of Greece on Olympus
Detached and far away, yet I feel the pain and despair
They scream at me from their faces, their body language
So I sob and sob, wondering for whom do I feel so sad
For on both sides of the glass we are powerless
So the bombs still fall and people are left in despair.