The Glade of Light
The thick smoke, we saw it rise.
Scary black Manchester skies.
We heard a million sirens scream.
Off they all rushed to the scene.
A evening to enjoy, ripped apart.
Prayers took over, from the heart.
I saw The News, my tears they fell.
A horror story that night to tell.
A needless, brutal cowardly attack.
6 years ago tonight, we look back.
I relive the shock of that awful night.
I send my prayer to The Glade of Light.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Tue 23rd May 2023 08:15
How can one begin to comprehend the wickedness behind such an act?
What was it's motivation: fear, ignorance, malice, mental illness?
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