In The Violence Of Change Poem by John Dowdall

For Amnesty, Clemency and Asylum


In the violence of change,
all people die and live,
where a fountain once stood,
next a portcullis,
next a moat,
the pardon was
granted, and the siege was lifted
and we all fade away.

The pardon was sealed
and the treaty was welcomed.
He ascended the arch, to fall
again quickly, on his way down,
he seen the lie in fruition
and murmured that something
is certainly wrong.

The laughing array, gathered
and chastised, the falling man,
but felt themselves ruining,
on a summer's eve, a pardon was granted,
executions were sentenced, some man just died
-but a nation damned themselves.