Evil. - Poem by guy lipmore
One, two, three, four bomb,
Carnage in London.
Evil did decide,
kill by suicide.
Scores dead, many maimed with changed lives,
daughters, sons, husbands, wives.
Evil had trod,
good had bled.
Not a matter of if, but when!
majority can't comprehend.
Evil had done it's deed,
Why on this do they feed?
What is the root cause?
whether political or religious wars.
Anger and disillusionment is being bred,
and vented with misguided hatred.
All four suspects‘home grown'it does appear,
foreign influence from far and near.
Our‘isolation'period is now lost,
At what future cost?
What is our ripost?
either way our swords are crossed!
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