My walk to work was a slow solemn affair
unable to get Manchester out of my head the comatose mother still laid in her bed entirely oblivious of her young daughter’s death And we can scream WHY? into the black shadowed sky but no one will answer Because terrorism has no name no-one to blame no-one to explain why atrocities so fearful can possibly be fact. But what about our fellow man trolling facebook with fake news, their plans to abuse the act for their political gain Feel some shame I remain scared not just of terrorism, but of humankind Humankind what a funny word Human and Kind An oxymoron we often find but also the light the surrounds the fear like the blanket that diminishes the fire Such conflicting emotions of giant proportions as we love and pray and hate and grieve.
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