deafening silence

Deafening silence

The sound of the chopper overhead,

For most sends shivers, of fear and dread,

For while that sound is loud and true,

Its meaning is sad, for someone new,

A race to the river, with utmost haste,

Time of the essence, not for waste,

Some poor soul, it deems to save,

Prevent them entering, a watery grave,

The future appears to have, no good end,

Fooling those close, family or friend,

Rescue boats on the water splash,

So many lives so much backlash,

Missing then for hours or days,

Parents and family in a haze,

Pray to god they soon will find,

A friend a loved one someone’s child,

Across the land in towns and cities,

Here’s to those we’re left to pity,

For no one knows until it’s too late,

The river calls they choose their fate,

While that chopper hovers overhead

Filling those below with fear and dread,

A body upon that river flows,

The reason for it no one knows,

An end to life for some poor soul,

No future seen no forward goal,

Peace they sought from this mortal ground,

For those left behind, none will be found,