unmartyred
teeny tweeny little girls
and boys without their mothers
daddies waiting by the doors
do not expect their daughters
to be caught on camera
flecked in horror
running for their lives
or murdered on a Monday night in Manchester
unmartyred
Comments
Yep, no mincing words on this one - very direct and to the point!
Like a gun shot, this poem. And dead on target. I can see you blowing smoke off the end of the barrel.
It was shocking. We always say "never again". Then it happens again. Nothing to do with Islam. Words fail me.
Kevin
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Laura Taylor
Fri 26th May 2017 13:31
Thank you