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The concert was over
Laden with joy
The children were happy
The infamous ploy
Of the thuggish contender
The extremist who
Made up his package
And,died with it too

Blown into pieces
Broken and torn
Most of us now wish
He had never been born
Lets think of his mother
Who carried his soul
For 9 months emotionally
Who will console?

Her, on her journey
Through the life that is left
Knowing her protege clearly bereft
Of heartfelt creation
And soulful desire
Used his hatred and prejudice
To create fire

That cut down the innocent children
And tore
Into the sweet flesh of a lot more
Permanently reminded of islamic ways
Whilst He finds his virgins
Among the bold rays
Of sunlight and rose otto
Where he can be
Martyred and lifted high
And Flying free

His doggedness surfaced
And obstinacy
Such fanaticism
And severity
Hidebound and impervious
Uncontrollably he
Set out to murder
With a sick constancy

In pursuit of his goals
His disservice did play
The outrage and shame
That took hold on that day
The angst was outrageous
The casualties high
His vengeful vindictiveness
Covered the sky

With the blackness of cordite
And great stains of blood
His insidious lust and injurious flood
Distressing and troublous
His thoughts so awry
With his backpack packed solid
With shrapnel and why

To create utter mayhem
And iniquitous sin
The anguish of many
The curse wearing thin
Of the wretched, and gruesome
The cringeworthy few
See the Mangled and tainted
Its what such bombs do

The nauseous stench
And the infernal sight
Of innocence broken
And bleeding that night
How depravity rose
From the hatred and pain
From extremist religion
Where nothing can gain

Any semblance of hope
Or a sliver of care
The deceit and perfidious
Cause of despair
The scourge that now visits
Manchester’s heart
Bludgeoning spirit
The compulsion to bite
Deep into the flesh of the angelic crowd
The softest of targets
Though peculiarly loud

Carrying joy in their eagerness too
Share with their parents and friends
As most do
Aroused and excited
Inspired by the gig
And then taken to hell
With a hideous jig
And the odious sound
Of folk strewn everywhere
Over the ground
Courage above and beyond
Be aware
Of the abomination and dishonesty
Dolled out to Mancunians
So recklessly.

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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