Better Late Than Never?
August 8, 2007 by Shirley Allard
Tiny fingers, grasping air
Reached for help that wasn’t there
Much too young to realize
They searched for distant lullabies
in the huddled mass of unfamiliar eyes.
The buck is passed, the game of blame
is in full swing, there’s ample shame
Much too late, their lame reaction
They search for solace, satisfaction
in the huddled mass of politics in action.
I can’t know whether or not it was intentional, but the ‘tiny fingers’ of which you speak could represent a metaphorical representation of quite a number of different subjects… politics, in and of itself, being one– complete with no resolution, but plenty of remorse. Tremendous poem…
Good interpretation! However, I actually wrote this a while back during the hurricanes when we watched the children floating around in the flood waters looking for their parents. If you remember right it took our own government WAY too long to help those people.