The city of hubbub,
Has been rocked,
By a bomb,
By an explosion,
As Terror has no name,
It strikes the innocent,
No matter where,
Blood, death, Pictures ugly,
Are seen everywhere,
Unsuspicious are civilians,
As they go about their daily lives,
Today London followed the fate,
Of others in Istanbul, Madrid,
USA, Chechnya, Iraq, Palestine,
As you never know,
What may befall you,
The very next minute- is unknown.
The terrorists must be routed out, exposed to the light as they cowards they are truly. The cries of the innocent dead should lead us all to end this ghastly reign of terror.
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Let us stand, UNITED, to END terrorism! We will not bow to it!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
A very true write--well written, heartfelt.