22 In Manchester Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Hey, we 22 just came to hear Arianne Grande's great music,
We 22 just came to hear the songs of freedom, in a free world,
Instead now there are the songs of melancholy,
We 22 are a mix of young people and more mature adults,
But now we must speak with one voice.
Hey Manchester, weep for us and the whole world,
For what kind of dark, deeply delusional, demonic person would perpetuate such slaughter?
We can well imagine the trauma, hysteria and utter trepidation that saturated the atmosphere in Manchester that night.

We came to hear the songs of freedom now the songs of melancholy are playing everywhere,
We 22 looked at the beauty of mother earth and now we are gone,
We 22 saw the pretty bougainvillae and the red roses in the field and now we are gone,
We 22 admired the swift panting deer at the edge of the green forest and now we are gone,

I am just a little girl of 8 and I had just started my earthly pilgrimmage,
So, if you shed a tear for me then shed a tear for the world,
Goodbye Manchester! We are gone from this world,
But tell Theresa May she and other world leaders must do more to protect earth's inhabitants from this scourge!