The terror
I had just finished my new collection “007 licenced to write”
And I was going to write a sunshine poem about peace when a bomb
Exploded in London killing 22 children.
The sky darkened I could think of nothing but their poor parents
Whose dread came true, to wait through the corners report who
Had to find out which limb belonged to whom.
The atrocity was so colossal that I have not been able to write
A tribute for the young life lost.
But in the back of my mind a question remains; how could it come
For this? I feel as we created an ogre a lump of cancer created by our
Interference in the Middle- East now it has exploded
And we the people bear the prices caused by exploitative capitalism.
In this, we must take a side and eradicate this headless violence.
Perhaps it was wrong of me to write this as the last poem but we
Must not avoid the truth that sometimes summary execution is
the last defence against evil.