Sad Holiday

Was it sorrow who drove the boy to the bridge?
Sweet depression who whispered why should you live?
Why take up space in world that won’t give
Time to the poor and the lonely?
It’s a terrible thing when emotions implode
When liquids and powders are passionless roads
Traveled by many too many to know
How does one stop the erosion?
Siren choirs sing an urgent refrain
Red bucket swings from iron rod frame
Salvation bells ring, mercenaries campaign
While the wheels of commerce just roll
Above the skyline
Angels are crying
Aware of the chiming
And for whom the bells toll
It’s a long way to fall from the sky to the ground
To go to such lengths when there’s no one around
No thought or care for the souls still left bound
To make sense of a distressed decision
No camera rolling when he stepped from the ledge
No press release to the national press
Seems that no one who knew could care any less
It’s another sad holiday story