I Cried For You - Julian Clarke

Swish the automatic doors glide shut
Standing room only no eye contact.
Time passes, the second hand races,
Different races, expressionless faces.

A solitary bag full of mistrust
Hanging innocently from canvas straps,
Indiscriminately taking lives, crossing
Borders – societies cultural divides.
Metal rearranges, twists, screams in protest.
No time to run, just running out of time
Bodies broken, bloodied, ripped to the core.
Discoloured clothing now soiled with fear.

Unremarkable faces
From nondescript places
Aiding the wounded
A word of comfort
Someone to lean on
A hero for the day;
Back to society-then
Gracefully fade away.

Images seen through the eyes of TV
Unconfirmed numbers, but many dead
The bloody violence . . .
How many more tears must we shed?

Julian Clarke