A morning bright beyond belief, peaceful
beauty all around
Big Ben chimes on the early morning hour
as traffic slowly roars to life with sound
One after another louder sounds rock their senses
Walking wounded appear on the scene and the
reaction of the world tenses.
Visions of terrible days in our past, remembering the
horror of events that just last.
Each time it happens it conjures memories best left unsaid.
But then, we must talk memorialize - lest we forget the dead.
The people that did this are inglorious cowards, deserving
a worse end than what they caused to happen with reason lost.
To what end must we struggle, striving to win? We shall succeed
although I fear the cost.
Big Ben will chime tommorrow again...life will continue
Families will grieve and the world weeps with them
There are more days to go on living.
1 comment:
You are so correct....Courtenay
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