Who threw them on the floor?
Who slammed the prison door?
Who binded them up in twine?
Who denied it was a crime?
Was it you or was it me?
Who turn away from what we see?
Who turn away from what we hear.
In dread ; and fear.
Who punched this son’s father?
Who abused this daughter’s mother?
Who blindfolded this sisters’ brother?
Who tore apart these lovers?
Who tore apart these lovers?
Was it you or was it me?
Who turn away from what we see,
Who turn away from what we hear,
in dread and fear?
We’re all a part of this distress;
The human spirit is homeless.
Who slammed the prison door?
And who
and who still believes in
war?
Ingrid Andrew is a poet, artist and singer songwriter who lives in South East London, with her husband, daughter and cat.
There are 2 songs on you tube:
‘The Charcoal Woman’
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3xzXM6pclI
‘The Gardener’
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrmCl6aF7i0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrmCl6aF7i0
And some of Ingrid’s art work and poetry at: ingridandrew.wordpress.com
I am not a silent poet 
Ingrid underscores the truth that silence is culpability.
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I like the repetition in this – like an insidious whispering in the background that should, in a positive way, work its way in to us to remind us all of our guilt, make us look at ourselves instead of heaping blame on ‘them’ whoever ‘they’ are….
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This has a strength yet also control. I thoroughly enjoyed the read.
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