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



◄ 3:15 am (tunnel vision)

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Wolfgar Miere

Fri 26th May 2017 17:42

Hi Laura,

sometimes inspiration is genuinely unwanted and horrific, but there is a need to express it all the same, maybe even more so.

There have been many poems on here and in the media, a deluge no less. Quite a few express defiance by employing the method of listing past glories in Manchester's fine history, no issues with that, the city's great Sons and Daughters proliferate down the ages.

What I very much like about this is how you have expressed defiance by bastardizing a word used as a weapon by some who would annihilate our way of life, not only that, you have used it as the title. Very effective to my mind.



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Laura Taylor

Fri 26th May 2017 13:31

Thank you

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Thu 25th May 2017 18:35

Yep, no mincing words on this one - very direct and to the point!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 24th May 2017 11:08

Like a gun shot, this poem. And dead on target. I can see you blowing smoke off the end of the barrel.

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kJ Walker

Tue 23rd May 2017 18:14

It was shocking. We always say "never again". Then it happens again. Nothing to do with Islam. Words fail me.


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