Poetry: London bombings - by Amelia Forrest

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by Amelia Forrest

Created on: February 27, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Theme park bombers

A squished packed lunch dropped alone at the side,
Shoes left unattended,
The scent of sweat and sound of fear,
Clanks and screams and screeches as it enters,
And perils approach,
The touch of rubber and air passing the face,
A dry mouth no more able to scream than breath,
Discarded thoughts and the sound of nothing,
Here is life,
Towards the edge here comes the end of a wait and the start of an obsession,
An end as soon as it began,
Ride of a life time,
No longer discarded - all follows.

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Poetry: London bombings

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by Sharionda Claiborne

"scare of my life"

the streets were raided with the hatred of war.

bodies lay still and dead on the floor.

families scared
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by Diane Clunn

A whistle then silence as we looked to the air, wondering where the horror will flair. Like Thunder it strikes with an almighty
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by Natalie M. Wolverson

At 9:42
The first bomb blew,
The second was due,
Then it went too,
Spreading terror and sorrow through the town,
But we swore
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by Amelia Forrest

Theme park bombers
A squished packed lunch dropped alone at the side,
Shoes left unattended,
The scent of sweat and sound
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by Bro Dannic

They can try with all their might
To knock the spirit out of London.
They can try but we will fight
Never to lay down our Kingdom.
Innocent

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