Dedicated …

… to those, known and unknown, who continue to be murdered by those with no conscience and a supreme contempt for humanity; by those whose impunity allows them to routinely stand on the neck of the child in poverty, the child neglected, the child abused and the lives of children whose only crime was to be born.

Maybe, “wise” old patriarch, banker and statesman, maybe at the gates of death you will find a frail child’s fingers curling into your own and maybe then you will learn what it is to hold redemption at the mouth of oblivion, a gaping maw that you gladly mistook for  home.

There will be only a musical symmetry – the perfect sound equation of what could have been; The reflection of the major and minor notes of choice which oscillate every millisecond of our lives and the realisation that we are roped and tied to his descent.

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