The Cavalry (Poetry)

We’ve been waiting for the Cavalry
the candle’s burning low
faint hope is trickling away
it’s clearly a ‘no show’

No dust cloud swirling down the road
no steady hoofbeats drum
no sign or hint upon the wind
that anyone will come

We’re on our own — there’s no relief
such promises all sham
those few round here who want to help
must do the best they can

What faith remains in each sad heart
is tested to the core
when charity turns a blind eye —
lets cruelty rule the floor

We called for help but maybe there’s
some small print that we missed
and it’s a myth — the Cavalry
never did exist