When good men do nothing
When you look in the eyes of an empty soul
And the eyes looking back look through you
Like there’s nothing you can offer that they can hold
It does something damaging to you
So you listen to a story that rips out your heart
Of suffering so bad you can’t share
Everyone that they trusted tore their whole world apart
Now they just think that nobody cares
And evidence says that their probably right
But they’re really no different to me though
They just slipped through the cracks in the cold of the night
Left to face alone, their Borodino
We spend billions on railways to speed-up the trips
Of our poor stressed out business commuters
While these people are dying and we don’t give a ****
What price lives over ******* computers
* Please add your own expletives (Mine were bad)
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Author:
Andrew Charles Forrest (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am sorry again... I have had this one bottled up for sometime now. I formerly worked in the field of harm reduction, a sad period... and saw things I couldn't share with the people I Iove and it affects you deeply as you can imagine... For a long time I didn't share and that affects you as well... It's a rant at myself as much as anyone as you feel useless to do anything when everything you do has no effect. I guess we all feel like that with something in our lives... Thanks for reading... Happier tomorrow!
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having worked within the diverse field of mental health I was very much involved in harm reduction .. I always found that members of the general public often struggled to understand the positive risk taking that this almost always involved.... Good on ya Andrew.... Neville
You're right Neville... they also forget that "There but for the grace of God, go I"
Thanks for looking in
Have a great weekend
A fine write Andrew. The listening can be the thing - 'being there'. You did something good!
If it wasn't so serious a theme - Meanwhile - you done any work in harm reduction to stop me singing? That's terribly harmful - to anyone! (lol).
Well I didn't want to say, but I saw your case file coming up...
That's why I had to call it a day Orchi
The crying was toooooo much
Thanks for Sharing and Caring Andrew ~ A very deep & meaningful Poem & Subject. Because of our Day Jobs (Physio and FE / HE Lecturer) and Church Work ANGELA & I are Qualified Councellors. Some of Her Clients and My Sudents are damaged People and need a lot of TLC and Understanding to restore them Physically Socially & Mentally. Accidents (Angelas field) can be very traumatic and my Work with Access Students (Adult Returners) requires a lot of ~ Listening ~ Patience ~ Experience & Understanding. Angela & I thank GOD we are wise enough (A Gift of the Holy Spirit) and qualified & experienced enough and Spiritual enough to be PARACLETES ~ Ones who are called alongside to help ~ AMEN.
Blessings & Peace in ALL YOU DO
Your Friends ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡
A sad poem as so many people do not listen, they may hear but they will never understand, the one at I can always do is listen. I have helped so many sort themselves out just by listening.
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