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Tonight,
Londons children wail.
In disbelief at having to believe.
Terror-istssssss........

Tonight,
Londons mothers wail.
Holding a photo of her child.
Terror-istssssss.........

Tonight,
Londons candles burn.
igniting rage, tears, and fists.
Terroristsssssss...........

Late cool morning in July;
pane-framed garden towers high,
crops perspective horizon sky:
blue and blue by clouded dye.

Clarity’s but luxury
post-attack but peacefully
where written verse read silently
moans ignores deceptively.

Father Time, your children rear;
Mother Nature, nurture here;
may Mother Goose not disappear;
one Father, hear our prayer.

Late cool mourning in July;
pain-framed garden towers high,
crops prospective horizon sky:
blue and blue by clouded die.

Tonight,
Londons children wail.
In disbelief at having to believe.
Terror-istssssss........

again, again, it is all happening again
the blitz
London will survive
sublime English people so much wiser than their government

Father Time, your children rear;
Mother Nature, nurture here;
may Mother Goose not disappear;
one Father, hear our prayer.

Father-Mother creator god
hear my prayer
let us not forget
never never never
again


Go now, write it on a tablet for them, inscribe it on a scroll, that for the days to come it may be an everlasting witness.

as
Hegel said,
history is
a slaughterbench