Joanne Maria McNally
Let it be!
No!
Don’t do it
I thought
Yet couldn’t
Quite say,
Don’t hit
That poor thing
Don’t pursue
That prey
It’s a right
To exist
It belongs here
Like you
It wants
Just to live
It loves
To be free
What right
Have you
Got
To aim there
To kill?
No right
I should shout
Yet still
Cannot say
Why can’t I
I think
Why can’t I
Say?
Why can’t I
Shout
For its rights
Shout for it
To be
I’m no better
Than them
That aim
There to kill
I sit here
And stare
I should
Stand up
And shout
Shout out
And not
Fear
Shout out
Let it be!
Hove, 27 July 2005
On the killing of a seagull (youngsters throwing stones at it on the
beach) at about the same time as the assassination of the Brazilian Jean
Charles de Menezes in the London Underground.