The screaming stopped. The smoke screen cleared. It was just the way we all had feared. The flow of tears. The pounding hearts. Now families have been torn apart. They think we’ll change, that we’ll break down. They think it helps by destroying a town. It’s hard to describe, this feeling inside. Someone’s stopped the clocks and we sit here in shock. The burning metal, the stench of death. The overwhelming, sadness, the mess. The footsteps that ran, the souls that flew. “I thought you’d gone, I worried for you”. But for those who struggled, and died in vain. We pray it never happens again. The news is on, the breaking news, showers us with opinions and views. Imagine it, you leave your house, kiss goodbye your doting spouse, and then a flash and all is gone, all for somebody’s sick pleasure and fun. Do they really think this is the way?

They must realise that they will pay. London stands in subtle silence, with just the sound of piercing sirens. This day seems like it’s never ending, and it’s to the ones in pain I’m sending, a call of hope, a great salute. A whispered goodbye, a muted look. A prayer, a dream, a look of sorrow, knowing for them, there’s no tomorrow. So London please avenge these deaths, stand and fight for their finals breathes. Live again and stand up proud. Don’t give in and don’t back down. Each of us must make a statement, we are the future of this nation, We cannot sit and let this slide, It’s in our blood, our English pride. All’s not lost, there is still time, and as I write my final rhyme.. I’m only grateful that we can grow, live and learn, understand, know… Things will change, the World will see there’s other ways to make people agree, I just hope that day is near, we will not live our lives in fear. Viva London.