I posted the link to this poem a few weeks back, where it was published in Poetry24. I am reposting it here because my blog is my electronic filing cabinet – haha – and it makes it easy for me to find things.
I don’t know about you but I am in serious need of a secretary (and butler – if you follow me on twitter you will already know of my desire for a butler – and apparently I am not alone in this heartfelt wish 😉 ). This is what happens when you watch such shows as The Savoy where the butler is making a comeback.
So here ’tis, for the filing cabinet:
Relief and tears on hearing
that young Scott Rush will live
to face life in an Indonesian prison,
not death by firing squad.
To shoot in cold blood,
Truman Capote style:
Dick Hickock and Perry Smith
slaughtered a family of four
innocence – gunned and sliced
The young Rush boy carried drugs,
part of the Bali nine,
not a ringleader, a minor mule
with brains to match.
He didn’t kill anyone,
drug users make their choice,
just stupid bravado, bad company
and the broken hearted
parents living his nightmare.