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
