Poetry

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From Olympic euphoria
To baseless barbaric bomb blasts that brought hysteria.
Two rivers born, one after the other,
from joy, excitement, ecstasy and happiness
to sudden anguish, grief, misery and sadness.

Going from great elation and great promise of promotion
to carnage, outrage, death and destruction

From singing and dancing and cheers
To bang!, crash, fire, panic, tears and fears.
From the promise of pomp and pageantry
to the pain of treachery, infamy and prolonged agony;
From the new found poems and songs of prosperity
to the death knell of depravity;
From indescribable hilarity and celebration
To consternation, no consideration leading to amputations.

Called seven, seven (7/7), akin to nine eleven (9/11)
it was cold, calculated cowardly and a conspiracy
to cower and overpower the will of the majority.

Scenes of severance everywhere, a song from hell?
The flag flying free and high
from the wind of joyous sail,
suddenly fallen at half mast in mourning.
The nation’s party quickly
turned into a national grief and sorrow.
Families blown apart,
Some, forever

London was ripped apart from the heart
And they called it just a start.
The beginning of harrowing sorrow
Someone had shot an arrow
that will linger long after tomorrow.
Separation and desperation, alienation
and explosion; consternation and division;
massacre, mistrusts, misinformation,
maiming, shaming…

Evil prowled the streets
and overnight swallowed the peace,
feel good factorthat came from Singapore to greet.

Come on! London,
Life must go on.
Let there be light
after the night.
After the dark comes the sun.
Good must prevail
over evil; it must assail

Hope, faith and love
must rise above
despair and disrepair;
disillusion and confusion,
smears, fears and tears

let us live together in unity and harmony.
Let there be unity in diversity.

As we remember our loved ones
cruelly taken away prematurely.
O that our love will be sincere.
May we remember that We need each other.
So, the Lord, made it in His divine wisdom.

O Lord, God of All Comfort, comfort those who mourn and are still in pain. Touch them and heal them of the pain, suffering, anguish. Grant them the grace to go on. Fill them with hope for tomorrow n spite of the dark clouds of today. May your face shine on them. Draw them to yourself. May they find the Prince of Peace and have your peace which transcends all understanding. May they have peace with you. in Jesus’ Name. amen.

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