The Letter. Poem by Bryan Sefton

Wise men, wise men, one and all
Who hold us up lest we should fall
Look at the starving of the world today
'Give us our daily bread' they pray
As we wonder what to have with steak.
Could it be this, my guiding sirs
That gives my world it's nightmare airs

Nice men, kind men, full of charms
Who welcome us with open arms
Observe the fleeing refugees
The sick and weary upon their knees
All searching for a place to stay
Tell me please, my learned Deans
It only exists within my dreams

Dear men, sweet men, full of grace
Sitting in your privileged place
Look at the man who daily fights
For what we call his basic rights
And is killed in the attempt
Tell me please, oh tell me do
That you can blot it from my mind too

Brave men, brave men, through and through
Full of courage, stout and true
What is it in what I say
That makes you look the other way?
Should I look that way too?