In a country that said we’d look after the weak
Those who need help, love understanding
Those to whom life became too demanding
Eighty-four young men die each week
And unless we’re related we do not seek
To understand that frustrated breath
Which exhales life and inhales death
And unless we’re related we do not seek
To understand that frustrated breath
Which exhales life and inhales death
Eighty-four young men die each week
We’re reluctant to talk or even to seek
To understand the torture that does reside
In the mind of those choosing suicide
We’re reluctant to talk or even to seek
To understand the torture that does reside
In the mind of those choosing suicide
Eighty-four young men die each week
12 per day does that not seem bleak?
The highest killer of young men today
We need suicide prevention, what do you say?
12 per day does that not seem bleak?
The highest killer of young men today
We need suicide prevention, what do you say?
Eighty-four young men die each week
How can we tell them its okay to seek
Help to talk, to reach out without shame
To share their fears, to give it a name
How can we tell them its okay to seek
Help to talk, to reach out without shame
To share their fears, to give it a name
Eighty-four young men die each week
Whilst society remains reluctant to speak
Of any illness that impacts on the brain
From such inhibitions, we need to refrain
Whilst society remains reluctant to speak
Of any illness that impacts on the brain
From such inhibitions, we need to refrain
Eighty-four young men commit suicide
Each week, here, where we reside
Leaving a friend, partner, sibling, a mother
Let’s all pull together to prevent any other
Each week, here, where we reside
Leaving a friend, partner, sibling, a mother
Let’s all pull together to prevent any other
© Karen Mooney
Karen Mooney has had work published by The Society of Classical Poets, The Hedgehog Poetry Press, I am not a silent poet and Poems for All. See more at www.observationsinrhyme.com
