All the fun of the fear is here;
Laugh, sweetie, at the tortured faces
And even tie one in front of your own.
The kiddies we’d normally run a mile to protect
Are now an integral part of the project.
I half-smile in the supermarket aisle,
‘Don’t worry, darling; it’s not a real hand’,
A tot’s terror’s not easy to understand.
Trick or treat, delight or deceit,
‘Come see my puppy’ now innocent and sweet,
We do these things to help them survive;
Next week we burn a pretend man alive.
Alan Combes 28/10/15