Seven - Poem by Etienne Charilaou
Yet another terror attack in London.
Everything that can be done is being done.
How is it possible to love an enemy so dastardly?
‘They know not what they do.'
Clearly they are hate-filled, and it's war.
Is there not a way to prevent this path inevitable of anguish?
Only when everyone adheres to the golden rule
will there be an end to it.
But for that to occur what a transformation
needs to take place in every soul!
Universal love and light must win the day
over ignorance, darkness and evil.
Can this be accomplished by humans?
Or do we need God's help?
In the meantime the action needed
to prevent atrocity remains the killing kind.
‘Weep for yourselves! Weep for your children! '
Jesus was right.
Seven have died so far.
There are injured in hospital.
While family and friends are affected the most by this tragedy,
any person on Earth of good heart (perhaps deep down)
who hears of it will feel,
at the least, a note of dismay.
And that is surely what we need
to be united in goodness, and to climb ever higher
to the glory of universal Love.
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