London, July 7, 2005
It’s happened again, the early morning fog, mixed
in with smoke that should’ve never beenthere.
It was just another day, nothing special but yet now
a day forever imbedded into the hearts and minds
of many like the shrapnel, glass, shards, and metal
debris implanted among those dead, the hundreds
injured and dying. More smoke, choking, bleeding,
screams of pain and horror and always more questions;
Who? What? and ALWAYS the why? Struck down are the young,
the elderly, the poor, the rich, people doing normal
routines but no matter the city, country, or nation,
nothing is normal anymore; just chaos and madness.
Now across the world much fear, anger, and sadness,
is felt now that this has happened again. Today won’t end
the way many thought it would; young children will sit
tonight, waiting for their father, waiting for their mother,
maybe waiting for them both, but realizing all too soon
that they will not be coming home; they were more victims
of violence lost to another nation’s hate.
Copyright © James Hanson | Year Posted 2005
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