Midweek Review
Sellasamy’s Sorrow
By Lynn Ockersz
Sellasamy is broken with grief,
These long, weary decades,
Over his son’s Disappearance,
In the isle’s Longsuffering,
But there’s no hatred in him,
Towards any living being,
Except that he’d like to know,
The Truth behind his great loss,
So that his agonized heart,
Could finally be at peace,
But what he’s being promised,
By smug Sires at center Stage,
Is a little bit of scrub jungle,
In the badly mistaken notion,
That Reconciliation is tradable,
For a Mess of Pottage.