A spring breeze blows along the silvery
Thames
Afternoon’s calm pure and clear
Torn by brutal mechanical detachment
Peace to war in one cold blink
Of an uncaring staring foe
Taking everything they have
Everything they might have been
With mindless violence
Your choices are made
The options are gone
For those who have no tomorrow
For those who have no tomorrow
A chill wind blows along the silvery Thames
Piercing the solid ring of steel
With the madness of mechanized mayhem
Shattering the heart of such freedoms
We once thought so precious
Ripping the souls from the bridge
Combining steel and flesh
In bloody conflict
Your choices are made
Their choices you took
You woke up and decided to kill
You woke up and decided to die
An icy chill freezes the silvery Thames
For those who must still stand and stare
The heart of a nation clamped inside a fist
Still pumps furious but hopeful
Tempering our nations temper
Made hopeless by frustration
Streets we will tread more carefully
With righteous anger
Your choices are gone
Such choices we make
For we may not have tomorrow
For we may not have tomorrow
Martin
A W Holmes, March 23 2017
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