We put them in care
and they were had
not once, not twice
Countless times for
countless years
while we did our shopping,
painted walls, fooled about with careers.
..
And now the inquiries grind
and the paperwork groans
and insurance companies menace
and politicians moan
And the police investigate
the investigations of more police
And no one, not a single someone
who must have known
stands up and says
“I am truly sorry”
..
These were children
children in care
Children, not zombies in videogames
..
children with names and dreams
who needed our help, not a looping nightmare
..
Ah but children’s memories
make such unreliable witnesses
If only they’d kept journals
with dates and times and DNA
Then the learned judges
might have heeded what they
shook to the bone to say
..
And will those barristers who
so meticulously, so expensively
turned black to grey
answer for it
one thunderous day?
..
Yet somehow the survivors cling
to what solid air they can find
while claims, cover ups
cock ups, excuses
rattle in the wind
..
And none of it
none of it
none of it
changes a single fact
..
Won’t dry a tear
heal one wound
bring one suicide back
None of it
..
The truth is
for those frozen in pain and shame
there’s not going to be a happy ever after
And we care, we care –
who wins X factor?
..