The clock strikes ten
It's time to turn
Into the wider world to learn
What dangers, blood and tears of men
Have through this day been shed -
And then, informed, to go to bed.
We sip a drink
And watch men cry
For women raped and babes who die.
Our day is done, too tired to think
Or rage about another's fate -
Turn out the light, it's getting late.
No peace in sleep
For those who dream
Of sights young eyes should not have seen,
And haunted faces vigil keep
For innocence has gone -
But we, untroubled, slumber on.
A clue to the puzzle of our flaws.
Grant