So, you sit in New York,
You argue,
Prevaricate,
Pontificate,
And wait.
You do not see the pain
You sit and wait,
Mothers cry,
Children die,
And yet you wait.
And so I watch you,
Each of you,
Your suits
And your lies,
Know this, I know you!
What can I do?
I can watch you,
And when Dante
Catches you,
I shall be there.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _)
Owain Glyn
