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Letter: 30Aug93
Hey Ben?
I saw the whole thing on T.V.
And Ben?
He looked really beautiful.
You, I couldn't see.
But the ugliest thing was the crowd stood there watching.
I wonder if anyone screamed?
Oh Ben.
In a place that we've all been.
Ben?
Please don't be offended.
When I think about it.
I think I'm with you.
And Ben?
There are times I've wanted to be there with them too.
But it just can't be done and they weigh half a ton.
And they don't like you going in there.
See Ben;
It's a family affair.
Still on the nursery slopes at an age like yours!
Looking at it all I can see you'd be appalled
But someone's gonna love ya, sometime Ben.
Ben?
It's not over yet.
There's still one final squalid thing.
Now they're rounding up the ones who got away.
From the place they wouldn't even let you in.
Liars and thieves with their crap about caring
Are hardly the friends that you need.
Ben;
In times like these.
Written about Ben Silcock, who, having failed to get any help
from our "national health servive" with his
schizophrenia, tried to feed himself to the lions
in London Zoo, Christmas 1992.
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