There Is a Sadness
At Gitmo, the child soldier has just pleaded guilty to murder
After years of injustice and incarceration and vowing
That he would never plead to doing what he knows he did not
He has gone over into manhood now and with that, reality
And under threat of unending imprisonment far from home
And implied torture beyond that which he has already endured
That will not ever be acknowledged publicly, nor privately, truth be told
His heart and soul and mind are weary beyond anything he can imagine
Beyond anything worse than the now of it; he is broken in all the ways
That matter, although the confusion surrounding just was does, is vague
In his mind he sees his mother and sisters as they were when he left Canada
They have to stoop to hug him and are smiling as they wave good-bye
Behind them in the yard, flowers are dying *and willows weep, not knowing why.
*note, and willows weep, not know why – Vivienne Blake’s words.