When does the crying stop? When will it all end?
When will all the crying stop? Can this crying ever end?
Another week brings along another tale of woe
Just when you think the hurt has no further to go
Another group of lost faces beaming from front pages
In bewildered incomprehension humanity still rages
Everything they ever were or could ever hope to be
Cut down in another swathe of this endless misery
Reporters leaning in so eager to see more tears
Then ramping up the rhetoric to feed the world’s dark fears
When does the crying stop? When will it all end?
When will all the crying stop? Will this crying ever end?
When does the praying stop? When will it all end?
When will all this praying stop? Can our hearts ever mend?
Pray for London, pray for Manchester, and London again
Cities brought together by having too much pain
Then another city’s burning in this endless insane loop
The rest of us left wondering just how low can humans stoop
Perhaps we haven’t got a prayer by some cruel twist of fate
We all live in an asylum being run by the inmates
Everywhere you turn someone’s preaching yet more hate
Nobody’s got the answers but the question’s come too late
When does the praying stop? When will it all end?
When will all this praying stop? Will our hearts ever mend?
When does the dying stop? When will it all end?
When will all the dying stop? Can this dying never end?
Chunks of steel and sheets of flame cutting down young lives
Madmen running rampant on our streets with butcher knives
Raging flame and smoke choking Kensington’s majority
Vehicles used as weapons as the innocent try to flee
Minds clamped shut blast away with semi-automatics
Whilst the corridors of power echo with empty rhetoric
The same mouths flapping the same meaningless words
In a world turned inside out and becoming too absurd
When does the dying stop? When will it all end?
When will all the dying stop? Will this dying never end?
Martin A W Holmes, June 2017
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