Cocktail
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Another new poem today, prompted by a nasty wave of 'spiking; in UK nightclubs. I have to confess, though, that while I struggle to write poems these days, it helps to clear my thought processes which years of hormone therapy for my prostate cancer has left damages, to say the least. Many thank, dear readers, for continuing to look in on my poem-posts.
Like most people, I am shocked and appalled by the current wave here in the UK of ‘spiking’ young women’s drinks in nightclubs or injecting them without their knowledge, thereby putting them at risk on what was intended to be a good, safe night out with friends. A well as being a criminal assault, it is also a betrayal of trust; every woman has the right to expect any nightclub to provide a secure environment. Clearly, security at the door needs to be tightened as well as any perpetrators who are caught given a sentence to match the severity of the crime.
Sadly, the betrayal of trust happens all too often in life. While it is true - as with ‘spiking’ - that some perpetrators may be mentally ill and need help, all too often it is done with well thought out intent. Victims ,though, must never blame themselves .but find the strength of character to put the assault on their person behind them; easier said than done, but the ability of the human spirit to rise above, and thereby get the better of dark forces, should never be underestimated.
It is perhaps worth bearing in mind that any
betrayal is likely to haunt the perpetrator all their lives, especially in
later years as, looking back on life (as we all do from time to time) it invariably sticks
out like the proverbial sore thumb.
“Betrayal is the only truth that sticks.” -
COCKTAIL
You
will take your time
to
know me, as is the human way
until
your instincts
place
me above and beyond
any
random suspicion
You
will give me your heart,
close
in on me as if we were meant
to
be so from the start,
answer
to everyday prayers,
killing
off worst fears
We’ll
share mind-body-spirit,
no
less a captive of the world’s pain,
for
its being bearable
in
so far as meeting it head-on,
together,
not alone
I
am your comfort, your crutch;
though
the world would break us up
into
insignificant pieces,
we
shall rise above, win through,
just
for staying true.
Yet,
no one is entirely immune
to
worldly temptations likely to fuel
even
worthy ambitions,
feed
us mixed emotions, a cocktail
of
lively suspicions
Needs
must, as the world’s devils
seek
to harry us, convince and drive
any
random one of us
to
break with principles and honesty,
betray
our humanity
So,
what of commitments made
to
each other, daring we look mentors
in
the eye, one of us at least
having
sold them down the river, lost
their
goodwill forever?
Second
chances are rare enough
in
a world where people are seen to be
as
good as their word;
for
whomsoever breaks faith with me
the
sentence will be just
Betray
me, and you may well lose
everything
and everyone you hold dear,
for
I am called Trust,
nor
think me some second-rate life force,
who
am first among equals
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2021
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