Poetry(First Draft). Please Critic


Elegy for Dudley George

Oh, what a sad day,
September 6 1995, I will never forget,
More over, I will never want to relive.
Ipperwash is mourning the loss of her son,
Her beloved son, her brave son,
who defends his brothers and sisters,
his generation and even those long gone.
Its nothing much they require, nothing more they demand.
“Leave us alone” was his cry,
Let those who are sleeping, lie.

The land is more valuable than those who occupy it.
The action the killer squad reveals,
who descends by night like a tornado, no signs, late warning,
In the closing of the summer,
with only one mission, no mistakes, no evidence.
Kill Anthony George.

Ipperwash will never be the same,
Her mourning will be for generations
Her son was unjustly taken
No one took the blame, therefore
All are guilty.