Marinnai Kasaraki wrote:
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...
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.
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