Abused Again

They came and they shared

Their grief and their pain.

Some lost in sorrow

So many deep in pain.

With story after story

Of abuse and attack.

Life changing moments

They’ll never get back.

Reliving the pain

Once buried deep inside.

Echoes of destruction

Where parts of them died.

But the senators didn’t listen

Or dare give a damn.

But attacked them again

Or dismissed out of hand.

What took her so long?

Why can’t she recall?

Mistaken identity

She was drunk after all.

So the victims are again victims

They’re just cast to the side,

The cost of doing business

As democracy died. 

A lost opportunity

a chance to redeem.

Lost to the ages

Or so it would seem.

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole