I was not there

I was not there
But have woken up
To the carnage of that day
It was swept into my psyche
Leaving us all to pay

Regard to the heroism
And the hatred everywhere
I woke up screaming to myself
I was dreaming
the nightmare

I could see the vehicle
I could hear the pain
I could smell the burning
As London went insane
As ugliness and malevolence
Ran down the innocent who
Were walking over London Bridge
As so many do

Ruptured of their happiness
And joy of being there
Broken crushed and suddenly
Drenched in vile despair
Sirens
Panic
Danger
All the impending might
I wasn’t there
But this long nightmare
Played out again tonight

The smell of blood
The evil
The ugliness, and those
Traitors on their killing spree
Their pitilessness grows

Their lack of any compassion
Their grossness and their woe
I wasnt there
But still could feel
The spitefulness on show

And to the response of people
Shouting and shocked, such fear
With the rhetoric of politicians
Playing in my ear
The madness of the moment
The electioneering jibes
Condoling
And controlling any
Would be scribes

Why all of this happened
Excuses overlaid
The government all experts now
And the media who made
Their way through this unruliness
Through swamps of dread and fear
Sound bites for the warring factions
Playing in our ear

The demise of many
Humanities golden rule
Always blame each other
The effing blinding pool
Of expletives and aspersions
Of indignity and grief
Thrown into a proverbial pot
Where the essence is relief

And then ofcourse the reasons
The lack of funding, we
Submitted to these clouds of wrath
Descending perilously

The melee of the migrant hordes
The many identified
As being a risk to freedom
Generally denied
Argued about its funding
Excuses how they fly
So much the wrongheadedness
And more of us will die

It requires affirmative action
Curtail their warring spree
Heads they win
Tails we lose
No equality

Woke up at 4.15 am this morning with the smell of carnage
With the sight and sounds of London and had to get up
And write this

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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