Come tomorrow, come quick
Bringing a vacuum to be filled
Minds open to new possibilities
Which today had denied us
Page turned to a clean sheet
Past mistakes put aside
Wiped, prejudices born of experience
Letting anything be possible
Come tomorrow, come quick
Bringing a vacuum to be filled
Minds open to new possibilities
Which today had denied us
Page turned to a clean sheet
Past mistakes put aside
Wiped, prejudices born of experience
Letting anything be possible
Dappled conversations
Confusing to the ear
Brightly tinkling chatter
Dull, no longer clear
Silent slippery sentences
Using lips to lend a clue
Shattered to staccato
Once they’re not in view
Sorry, I didn’t catch that
Say it once more, please
I’m deaf not daft, but sadly
Words are like Swiss cheese
If opinion is divided,
Consensus not in sight.
Head and heart may disagree,
But both cannot be right
Bring to bear one measure;
The final acid test.
Belief may be convincing,
But evidence is best.
Know for certain this one fact
However surely you may act
There is a chance you may be wrong
Perhaps should sing a different song
Know this too, for it is true
Some about, loyal to you
Politely as you ply your view
Consider this as nothing new
It has to stop; it serves no end
Except to fuel a relentless trend
Religious difference, sectarian strife
Cannot justify taking life
We are all people, making our way
Our differences don’t give cause to slay
Calm hot tempers, counsel care
Terrorism leads nowhere.
A cross put on a paper
Seems simple in a way
Amazing, then, that this small act
Empowers each to have a say
The outcome isn’t as I’d hoped for
I’m quite worried by the result
But I can accept the majority view
That’s what it means to be adult
Some people see it differently
Wanting to impose a new regime
Cars, bombs and knives as weapons
Murdering to achieve their dream
Let them not take away our rights
Hold our laws and freedoms dear
They must not win by violence
We will not live in fear
If society is built on values
With some common moral code
Life and liberty are the bedrock
And democracy the road
We knew it was to happen
Somewhere within a crowd
More terror visited uselessly
To try to make us cowed
The carnage and the mayhem
The tragic loss of life
This time a home-made IED
Last time a car and knife
What sort of mind can plan this
How mad must someone be
To be a bomb, a murderer
A lunatic running free
This cause cannot be justified
Though perhaps I waste my breath
There is no place in paradise
Secured through others’ death
A corner building, grey and stark
Casts terror in its shadow
And evil’s chill lingers still
From times, not long ago
Ghastly crimes committed here
Repelling, but so real
With torture’s sound, below ground
To bring people under heel
New weapons deal the deadly blow
To innocent passers by
Without just cause, except to say
Some don’t need a reason why
Then front line police, duty bound
Protect and pay high price
When madness sits behind a wheel
And throws its fatal dice
What can make the whole world tremble?
Perhaps politicians who aren’t so gentle
Fuelling fears, not being humble
Passing edicts, quite fundamental