Grandness barred
cut off
from rewards and renovations.
Syringes injecting
into the sandy grasslands
the remnants of young
lives attempted.
Young eyes ringed in
dark shadows,
seek change,
asking – not hoping –
for a chance.
Cashing themselves in
for a second stab
of the wire cutters,
even as the maintenance guys
hammer nails into the never-ending rows of
chipboard coffins.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, 6th August, 2019
The Silly-Savvy Salopian in Suffolk: read, believe and write ... 