6 May 2012
Pity drizzle drip down on my nose,
Pity wind is careful when it blows,
In dismal light I watch as all go by,
I search in faces for a friendly eye.
Pity river run around my town,
Pity island, water turning brown,
Not green as eyes I wish would meet my own,
Those eyes are harder now, turned to stone.
Pity for the ones who lose their trust,
Pity for the chains that turn to rust,
The moors that held our ship so close to quay,
Have left us drifting slowly out to sea.
Don't Pity, Just Do. • Opuss № I