Empty Spaces Vacant responses

The Question that nobody hears,
the moment that passes,
empty fenlands
where water meadows
hold the tears of the dead,
and laughing Seagulls
deride the ever hopeful.

I once knew the smiles of the gloriously naïve,
before childhood was stolen
by market forces and misery sellers.

The question could be put quite simply,
‘Why don’t we care?’

But No,
we need surveys
and opinion polls,
we have lost the naked uninhibited response.

All the money in the world can’t put that right.
Someone once said to me;
‘Even God can’t deal with indifference!’

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