So, you sit in New York,

You argue,

Prevaricate,

Pontificate,

And wait.

You do not see the pain

You sit and wait,

Mothers cry,

Children die,

And yet you wait.

And so I watch you,

Each of you,

Your suits

And your lies,

Know this, I know you!

What can I do?

I can watch you,

And when Dante

Catches  you,

I shall be there.

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Owain Glyn