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I am in the US, east and live between NYC and Washington, DC (about the same time/miles between the 2). I was (and still am) personally affected by what happened here.

Now I don't personally know anyone in London in rl, but it's as close to a second home as my roomate and I have, having visited many times and love it there. Therefore, I feel personally affected, offended, horrified, saddened, I can't think of what else. There's alot of emotions.

I've been on google news/guardian blog most of the day here reading up to date reports as they came in. The most awful thing to me is that some of the survivors from one of the tube bombs was on that bus that exploded. How much is anyone expected to be able to take.

I cannot say enough how sorry I am that this happened. I send you all, those in London who were hurt, those who have been lost and those affected in any way by this, all my love, my tears, all the white light I can possibly muster. Please know that there are many people who are hurting with you, are hopeful for you and want to help you, even if it's just posting a note or giving you a shoulder or ear if you need it. I feel helpless and words seem so inadequate.

London and Britain have endured so much for so long. This particular cowardly attack had to have been planned with some knowledge that forces would be lessened as many were going to be at the G8. I hope they're caught and soon.

I wish you all the best. Twinkle, and anyone waiting on word from a friend or loved one, I hope you hear from them soon and that they are safe.

I still think it has something to do with London winning the 2012 olympics.

I don't know what to say. I sympathize with those victims and people of London. Don't let something like this bring you down...don't let them win.

I would say more, but what I say would probably be more appropriate for the debate board, and not here.

Same here. And, I don't live anywhere near London. But, I do live right outside of Chicago. It scares me because when I see something like this, I have to ask myself who is next. Is it Paris? Is is Sydney? Is is Chicago? And, next time, will it be the water supply? Or a dirty bomb? It can drive a person nuts. And, I don't worry so much for me. I am still young enough to have a few years left in me, but I have lived a rich, full life. No, I think of my daughter and of all of the kids out there who haven't had a chance to really live their lives out yet. What kind of a world is it for them? *shudder*

It doesn't seem like anywhere is safe anymore.

Words just can't say how sorry I am for those who suffered in this. My heart bleeds in sadness over this senseless violence.

I don't. The olympics are seven years away, attacking the city now would be jumping the gun just a bit. Besides, this would've took more than twenty four hours organisation, and London might not have even got the Olympics.

Its not only about London, and it wasn't only about New York or Madrid. It's about how we tune out after a certain time just to find out that we are living in a crazy unsafe world yet again. It's about wondering if it's going to be us or our loved ones one day. I was watching the news and just thinking that i was on a bus on the way home and my friend/classmate was taking the mrt (tube) back...it could have been us and we wouldn't have seen it coming.

I wrote this in the early hours of this morning, having not slept for fear my dearest friends were either injured or worse. It's not much, but it's my way of saying a prayer for London's people caught in this barbaric act of cowardice.


In The Shadow Of The Clock Tower
What price Freedom to be awoken at the dawn of a new day
Rapture and enjoyment of the bright sunshine, birdsong
Morning enjoyment, paperboy delivery, sweet caffiene downed in preparation of the day's commute
Busy, bustling, people everywhere, running for buses, trains
Stumbling on padlocks for bikes done up on the nearest pole, time ticking away
Shadow of the clock tower signalling the hour, morning's chime amongst the hustling streets
Buses turn, passengers picked up, minds away on journeys of space...

Ticking.
Slow ticking.
Muffled ticking.
Unknown to all, fire and brimstone about to fall.

Explosion.
One after another.
Reigning terror upon a happy city.
The World about to discover upon the mayhem rocking the Host City.

Commute in panic, bewilderment rising, confusion reigning upon the people
Sheet metal topside torn apart, like hot serrated steel through ice cold butter
People injured, crying, lost souls upon a territory now unfamiliar to their eyes
Sirens wailing, red, blue, white lights smattering upon streets of tattered tape
Help running, gathering supplies from every corner of medical sanity, no clearance given yet they still run
Frightened, blackened by smoke, panic ensues below city streets, glass shatters, smoke billows
Babaric acts to destroy the human faith, the human soul, human life

Police tape.
Ambulances making mad dashes to safety.
Engines of blazing red combat the flames, fighting to save lives.
Underground massacre of blood, innocent people torn asunder from their loved ones.

Survival stories.
Recollections of realisation of death.
Dying souls all around them, bloodied hands from broken window glass.
Trains blown apart as time itself stood still and wished the pain away.

Upon the other side of the world, others watch, others pray for loved ones and people they know
Pray the people they see being taken into hospitals are safe, well, that they do not perish
Speculation flies across the boards, terrorists, plans for world domination, worship of mass destruction
Angel feathers scatter from on high, tears for those who lie still trapped underground
Tears for those already gone, to Heaven's doors and beyond the gates to His side of the Throne
Their deeds stain the streets of a happy city whose people were innocent, lives shattered like glass
And flowers of pain, merciful prayers and respect line the streets and the pavement and the gates


In the shadow of the clock tower...


I don't think I need to add that I feel so helpless in this. I lost loved ones in 9/11...I just pray I don't lose more in this senseless act of bloody cowardice...

Good guess, but no. It's simply an act of violence against Western civilization by a group of terrorists.

Yea. It was to do what their name says, spread terror. But what makes me sadder is that this is the third major attack on the western world. First New York, then Madrid and now London.

That was such a beautifully written poem. It was tear-jerking and strong. You're a really good poet. Still, it would have been much better if you didn't have to write that poem. I still would have liked that poem of yours to be non-existant. But what has happened has happened. All we can do now is keep strong and get through this together. Like Tony Blair said, the terrorists will not win.

I was in Rome, but managed to get in touch with everyone that I know in London.

I think it's a shame Ken Livingstone can't stop talking quickly enough, and a shame that it had to be immediately blamed on 'Islamic Extremists'.

What's worse is that it was because of Islamic Extremists. Al Qaeda anyone?

No, you don't understand.

(I don't want to sound patronising, I have a headache, and I seem to remember you're muslim? Who know.)

The idea of killing, as a muslim, is wrong. A true muslim would not, in any circumstances, believe that killing was right. Therefore, to the muslim community at least, these people cannot call themselves Islamic.

It's true.

proving my point on mankind

words fail me.
oh well, i have his email atleast.

Oh, luckily the article states it, so everyone can use it.

And oh God, will I use it.