The concert was over
\nLaden with joy
\nThe children were happy
\nThe infamous ploy
\nOf the thuggish contender
\nThe extremist who
\nMade up his package
\nAnd,died with it too<\/p>\n
Blown into pieces
\nBroken and torn
\nMost of us now wish
\nHe had never been born
\nLets think of his mother
\nWho carried his soul
\nFor 9 months emotionally
\nWho will console?<\/p>\n
Her, on her journey
\nThrough the life that is left
\nKnowing her protege clearly bereft
\nOf heartfelt creation
\nAnd soulful desire
\nUsed his hatred and prejudice
\nTo create fire<\/p>\n
That cut down the innocent children
\nAnd tore
\nInto the sweet flesh of a lot more
\nPermanently reminded of islamic ways
\nWhilst He finds his virgins
\nAmong the bold rays
\nOf sunlight and rose otto
\nWhere he can be
\nMartyred and lifted high
\nAnd Flying free<\/p>\n
His doggedness surfaced
\nAnd obstinacy
\nSuch fanaticism
\nAnd severity
\nHidebound and impervious
\nUncontrollably he
\nSet out to murder
\nWith a sick constancy<\/p>\n
In pursuit of his goals
\nHis disservice did play
\nThe outrage and shame
\nThat took hold on that day
\nThe angst was outrageous
\nThe casualties high
\nHis vengeful vindictiveness
\nCovered the sky<\/p>\n
With the blackness of cordite
\nAnd great stains of blood
\nHis insidious lust and injurious flood
\nDistressing and troublous
\nHis thoughts so awry
\nWith his backpack packed solid
\nWith shrapnel and why<\/p>\n
To create utter mayhem
\nAnd iniquitous sin
\nThe anguish of many
\nThe curse wearing thin
\nOf the wretched, and gruesome
\nThe cringeworthy few
\nSee the Mangled and tainted
\nIts what such bombs do<\/p>\n
The nauseous stench
\nAnd the infernal sight
\nOf innocence broken
\nAnd bleeding that night
\nHow depravity rose
\nFrom the hatred and pain
\nFrom extremist religion
\nWhere nothing can gain<\/p>\n
Any semblance of hope
\nOr a sliver of care
\nThe deceit and perfidious
\nCause of despair
\nThe scourge that now visits
\nManchester’s heart
\nBludgeoning spirit
\nThe compulsion to bite
\nDeep into the flesh of the angelic crowd
\nThe softest of targets
\nThough peculiarly loud<\/p>\n
Carrying joy in their eagerness too
\nShare with their parents and friends
\nAs most do
\nAroused and excited
\nInspired by the gig
\nAnd then taken to hell
\nWith a hideous jig
\nAnd the odious sound
\nOf folk strewn everywhere
\nOver the ground
\nCourage above and beyond
\nBe aware
\nOf the abomination and dishonesty
\nDolled out to Mancunians
\nSo recklessly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading