Remember the boy who couldn’t show sorrow.
Random acts of kindness his short life brought a nation.
Together sacrificed this love that’s God’s creation.
Remember the authorities did all they could to stop the flow of this angel’s blood.
Ormand street as it shall now be known, for the Great shall always forever have fallen.
Powerful elixirs all over the world.
He gave to our lives and education, highlighted poor morals and united the nations.
Squabbles held dear should forever become lose.
Shouldn’t this life at least highlight the true value of cost?
I’ll not speak his name for it’s more hallowed than faith.
In my country I’m humbled but tonight I’m disgraced.
These parents are legends and I’m filled with regret that their awful struggle is not over yet.
I’m broken all over and all open and wide, through the voice of our people who hold him dear inside.
We cry as a people.
We cry as a nation.
We cry as humanity.
He’s our salvation.
Highlight’s who we really are and the cruelty of our law.
No man is mothered by the court.
We are government from the womb.
Parental ties, one union, efficient etiquette.
No law can beat the love of man.
The war isn’t over yet.
© G.P Williamson 2017