Social Justice Poem
While policy makers wade through regulations and laws and objections,
steeped in indecisions and indifference,
policitions squabble and compete and argue and boast
and puff hot air.
and years slip away.
Early intervention is but
a pie in the sky.
So, little Tom - whose parents own nothing but the next meal -
won't be learning to speak.
The window of opportunity has closed,
the mouths of policy makers still chewing
regulations and objections and arguments and postering
and laws and indecision and indifference.
The snail's pace of policy making crushes with the deadly force of a
fast-approaching freight train.
God help those caught on the track.