![]() Do Not Believe What You Hear On The NewsA Poem by Sel Whiteley![]() if just one of you passes this on in America or England you would be helping, we need to bring attention to this, I cannot believe what is happening. This is not poetry I admit, this is shock![]() Motionless, as in some nightmare, I stood on roads edged with timber-framed pubs - where some beloved relation was interned. Somnolent silence torn by children's screams on seen-it-all before Bogside streets
That car engine alone was active, a nine-year-old glued helpless, hysterical, to the windscreen as if giving one final hug to a family member taken without the dignity of flashing lights, sirens, human rights, like three decades ago. And all the Bogside neglected to look
"Walk on, love," a white-haired woman states, perhaps her husband was interned thirty years ago, her son jailed now, I walk on, seconds later, the car speeds off with this little boy still on top, and he bounces free onto concrete, a miracle he wasn't thrown under the laws wheels.
There were lots of white-faced ghosts in town, talking of innocent sons, husbands, fathers, interned and I think whether the Bogside was again barren of youth as in seventy-one. This is nothing short of a war crime, please help, and "Do not believe what you hear on the news." © 2009 Sel WhiteleyFeatured Review
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