Words

My voice is worn

From screaming

SHOUTING

About what happens to you - 

But my words roll off their shoulders

Like raindrops

And my echo sits in the puddles

They step in

Forgetting 

What I said - 

Like your your pleading eyes

Mean nothing to them, 

Or don't exist

Behind humane labels

And all the paper notes

That pay to wash your blood away.

Im haunted by your frightened face

Longing to be saved,

Not deserving pain in return

And I cry with shame -

Because what more can I say 

If they don't want to learn.

Copyright LJ Ireton 2019