The last Act

Perhaps you were once that child so loved?

Perhaps you were once that parent so proud?.

Perhaps you were once that defender of your class?

Perhaps you were once that soldier, who had to sell his medals

Perhaps you lost your job and home to the greedy?

Perhaps you lost the ones who called themselves your friend?

Perhaps you lost the ones so close it destroyed you?

Perhaps you are forgotten and invisible to most?

Abandoned by all except by the one

Who loves you unconditionally.

In the last act of solidarity.

©Martin Hickman; March 2013