Nothing can express the pain, the shock, the sorrow,
That so many loved ones, will not see tomorrow.
Yet, too, there is overwhelming gratitude and pride,
In the heroism of those who braved the hell inside.
There is beauty in London’s outpouring of love and unity,
A coming-together for the victims of our community.
On a makeshift wall lies poignant commemoration,
Flowers and cards lay at the feet of devastation.
Now, there must be a decisive reckoning –
Cry a rage for change that’s deafening!
No more can they neglect to protect the poor,
We demand and must have so much more.
Are you a bird that flies in formation?
Or are you an individual of your creation?
Do you yearn for others and structure?
Or do you hunger for endless adventure?
I know what I am, coasting on clean clouds,
Flung high in mid-air far from the crowds.
The skies are oceans for my discovery,
These wings will keep beating my reverie.
The Sun shone down on us like there was no tomorrow,
Like her light shone so brightly it extinguished our sorrow.
The Moon beamed a glow that was peaceful and wise,
As our fear and discomfort waxes and dies.
The Star looks on the Sun and Moon with nought but love.
These guardian angels of mine – sent from above.
Oh, great city of Manchester!
How our hearts go out to her.
Tales of bloody devastation,
Can only defy our imagination.
Yet, in such times of fear,
Look and know we are here,
One community for good,
Peace and love understood.
Your pain echoes and is felt,
With the awful hand dealt,
Yet, your strength is louder,
The world feels your power.
Gone – but not forgotten.
Hurt – but not stopped.
Live on, Manchester and thrive!
Because terror we will survive.