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MARK RIORDAN Jun 2017
THE WORLD TODAY IS SHATTERED AND TORN
DEATH IS ALL AROUND US TERRORISM IS BORN
WE MUST FIGHT THIS SCOURGE UNTIL WE WIN
DEDICATION TO OUR TASK IS WHERE LIFE WILL BEGIN



THE PEOPLE AROUND US MUST BE PROTECTED
FROM THIS SLOW MOVING CREEPING DISEASE
COUNTRIES ALL BAND TOGETHER AND FIGHT THIS FOE
LIKE A COOL CALM AND RELENTLESS BREEZE



SWEEPING ACROSS DESERTS AND OUR FALLEN CITIES
BRINGING WITH THEM A UNITED AND STRONG VOICE
WE MUST DESTROY THE DEMON WE KNOW AS TERROR
FOR MANKIND'S FUTURE THERE IS NO CHOICE
MANCHESTER AND NOW LONDON WE MUST FIGHT TERRORISM AND BE STRONG AND UNITED IN THIS TASK
Paul Butters May 2017
Soldiers of Peace march on
Have no enemies
Just hearts and souls to win over.
See no divisions
Between race or creed
Or whatever.

Engage with people.
Listen and understand
Where they are coming from.

Unite us all:
The human race –
Life Forms everyone.

Have that discipline
Of the best army
In the world
But channel everything
Into peace
And Love.

Stand together
For The Common Good.

Paul Butters
With thoughts of Manchester, Paris, 9\11.........
Donall Dempsey May 2017
ONE LAST TIME

We bring the cup back home
for those

who will never
come home.

"We played for the people who had died!"
Pogba avows.

An absence in the heart.

The memory of her laugh.

Her smile
in a photograph.

She, so much
there but not there.

The unbearable presence
of loss.

From a pop concert
to a football final

Death walks
amongst our ordinary lives.

"MANCHESTERMANCHESTERMANCHESTER!"
the crowd chants
"WE'ILL NEVER DIE!"

Here even in the kick of a ball
the defiant gesture.

We bring the cup back home
for those

who will never
come home.
Marietta Ginete May 2017
Those who have lost their battles,
They'll be fine from now on.
They're up high in their castles,
For their life down here is gone.

Just keep flying up, Angels.
You'll be right where you belong.
Thank you for everything, Angels.
The trip won't be that long.
we've lost so many angels the past few months and I'm so sorry if one of your angels were one of them.
Tommy Randell May 2017
When terrible things are done
Beauty is ripped from all our lives
But hating ugliness is not the answer
Hate spreads like flame through dry forests

'Go placidly amid the noise and haste'

When innocence is casually butchered
Red becomes the colour of darkness
But screaming for revenge
Just makes the day darker

'Remember what peace there may be in silence'

I won't do it, I won't become them.
I will not **** poison into my own world
I will not let their cancer cross over
Into my bones as I walk through their fire

'The dull and the ignorant, they too have their story'

I won't do it, I won't condemn my children,
My family, my friends, to loathing and execration
Saying they are all the same because they are not like us
You are wrong, they are just like us, look at yourself

'In the noisy confusion of life keep peace in your soul'
The terrible event at Manchester arena this weekend happened the day I met my newly born Great Grandson. Named for me (Tommy) I was granted a glimpse on my immortality as a Father, Grandfather, and beyond, in name & in spirit.

It was a truly humbling experience. I will not join in the witch-hunt of other cultures & religions happening now in our media and countries. I want my children to know there is a better path and if Poetry can be the pavement of such a path into the future, the better we are for it.

The quotes of course are from that iconic piece of writing from a poster in the 60's The Desiderata by Max Ehrmann - Which was written I believe in 1927. Thank you for Reading ***
Mark Lecuona May 2017
Broken minds
Broken bodies
Broken art  
Broken girl

What is the point of laughing anymore?
Dresden fires
Hiroshima pyres
Twenty two dead in Manchester
Twenty two dead in Manchester
Is it really true?
Is it really true?

Broken religion
Broken borders
Broken trust
Broken girl

What is the point of living anymore?
Planes and skyscrapers
Harbor infamy invaders
The god of Abraham silently weeps
The god of Abraham silently weeps
Can he hear you?
Can he hear you?

Broken world
Broken God
Broken belief
Broken girl

What is the point of dying anymore?
Suicide bomber
Children ******
Thou shalt not ****
Thou shalt not ****
It's nothing new
It's nothing new
Ryan Holden May 2017
I see the violence,
I hear no laughter,
It's all faith to capture;
I can feel the rapture,
Disaster another chapter,
Darkness within these walls,
a fall,
No more buildings too tall.
Fire choking the young,
It's only just begun.
There's no sun,
We hear a bomb,
Run,
Innocent children,
Deprived of fun,

Shrapnel flying everywhere,
Smoky air,
Streets are bare,
It's all despair,
I feel the Animosity,
Subconsciously,
Knowing I'm dead probably,
We do this to our society,
Because we have religion and rivalry,
Violently, involved yet independently,
You walk so silently,
Scared of your own shadow frightfully,
Tirelessly,
With your messed up psychiatry,
That’s irony.
Restless Ramblings of a mind, that still doesn't understand why.
Quick succession rhyming used here. Some lyrics are taken from a rap I wrote, in similar context to what is happening in this sad, miserable world.
MARK RIORDAN May 2017
OUR YOUNGER GENERATION ARE NOW THE TARGET
THEIR YOUNG LIVES ARE NOW LOST
THE TERRORISTS HAVE STRUCK AT A CONCERT
MANCHESTER NOW COUNTS THE COST


HOW CAN WE EXPRESS OUR THOUGHTS
TO THE PARENTS OF THESE CHILDREN
OUR HEARTS ARE TORN APART
THE TERRORISTS ARE ALWAYS HIDDEN


OUR HEARTS OUR THOUGHTS OUR LOVE
GO OUT TO THE YOUNG LIVES LOST
HOW CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THE MIND
OF A TERRORIST WHEN YOUNG LIVES ARE LOST
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS POEM I AM SHAKING.
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