Our badgers – the cost

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 [Reprinting a poem sent in by a reader:]

This is great, Val.

I think we will have to have a gallery of badger poetry on Save-Me, or Tem badger .. or right here …

THANKS !!

Beautiful !

Bri X

THE COST

I lie awake…
and feel the night close in
around me.
Out in the dark, somewhere…
a beating heart.
I feel the silence here, like a breath on hold,
A bated breath that makes my blood run cold
for there’s so much at stake…
a cost to every single life they take.

By day we try to keep the faith—
with feelings running high,
we sign and pledge and keep abreast
provide for those, without a voice
– when nowhere in the land, is safe
as politicians perpetrate the lie-
…we try to be a catalyst
we take a chance—we make a choice

‘Cos they have a fundamental right…
Yeh—a fundamental right to life

I lie awake…
and all my night-time fears
confront me.
Out in the night, somewhere…
A beating heart.
In some official place—hangs a ticking clock … I
t shouts just HOW MUCH TIME WE HAVEN’T GOT!
and there’s so much at stake.
A cost to every single life they take.

While we sleep …
    While we sleep…
            While we sleep [

Poem by Val – with thanks]

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