Say sorry... move on as you do when brushing shoulders with an accidental street stranger. Protect the flock do not scapegoat the shepherds crying holy wolf do not demand they part with the earthly rich and riches they were not the tail wagging a governmental sleeping dog let the sleeping dog LIE. No... they were the wolf dressed as grandma in black robes the wolves in shepherds clothing woven in clerical cloth that ate the mother and dumped her child in a septic tank they were the beast who cast it's shadow over the society a darkness that cultivated shame. Be cruel to your neighbour and ask for forgiveness do not forgive, judge not their judgement. Just complicit... no defence that the orders were just obeying orders the beggars faking blindness counting the profit private hospital on foundations of adopted babies accept their apology but compensation do not ask afraid to confess due to fear that monetary redress will fall at their address. Everyone says they're sorry but no one takes the blame responsibility buried in an unnamed grave with truth and dead babies. Ciaran Burke
