The Truth/RE: Consolation Prize

This is a poem i wrote about truth commissions and how their limitations mean that they hide the deeper problems people face in the neo-colonial world. Please let me know what you think, as this is the first poem i've written for ages.

so you’ve waited all those years
not knowing, jUst searchiNg
trying to pick up missing pieces
whilst you’re sinking into sand

so you’ve wanted to know why
you, me, US And them
but the frame didn’t fit the picture
links were missing from the chain

so you’re looking for an answer
seE how oUr lives were betrayed
interference blocks the signal
buried under mess they made

so you need to know the details
Where, whaT, hOw?
and you get told this one secret
it’s not okay, cos nothing’s changed