Eyes see all folk pass me by,

Smiles, crying, people waiting in doors.

I myself was adhered to a box,

Detonators, explosives in a wooden block,

All set to go off at half past four.

I scorned the rat race it was a roundabout,

Engine noise too much to shout about.

Public everyday rushing home,

Just like the day before.

This time they wont have to I have my box,

I can almost here the timer tick-tock,

Half past four to settle a score.

Strutting into the tube station Allah understood,

He believed like me this was just it was good.

It was almost half past four.

Tick-tock stops from the deadly box,

I clasp the package that I wore.

Explosion everywhere, death was not pretty,

The full impact decimated and tore.

So my end I am immortal now,

Papers blame our network somehow.

Others will open the deadly box of war,

Spilling more crimson across the floor.

Children crying people dying,

From a small but lethal box of war.