I will never
not in my wildest dreams
or nightmares
even begin
to come anywhere close
to attempting
to imagine
how exhausted
in every sense of the word
you all are
How could I even begin
to comprehend
what it feels like to sit in
the state of fatigue you are all in?
That I know
full well
I also know full well
that I will never stop
No copping out
No cowardly capitulation
until justice is done
I have grown to accept that anything I do will never be or feel like enough
and on some days I achieve less than
on others
But stopping?
How could I even contemplate it?
Rabid wolves will have to do their best to keep me away
to keep my rage-fuelled action at bay
It is my duty
Think I’m exaggerating?
Just watch me
AN FRAOCH 