Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
7/7
Sparkling air of shards o' glass,
Acrid smoke in oven heat,
A pretty girl, dead from the blast,
One life of many; O, evil feat!
Ordinary workers on tube or bus,
Slaughtered by a foe they'd never met,
Whose cancer of the soul,
Has visited a heavy toll,
Survivors eat cherries at a fruit stand,
Picking updates from its radio,
For their lives they've chance to thank,
The dead to grieve with alcohol,
At St. Andrew's the Premier looks stunned,
World leaders parade like at military school,
A French Olympian says in Singapore:
'Today I am a Londoner!'
Seven days on we've seen the faces,
Of the bomb boys on their way,
From Leeds and Aylesbury - strange places,
To spawn sons of Satan out to play,
On bus or tube with spare spaces,
To squeeze on mayhem and decay.
Now at noon Britain's proud and still,
Defying the brainwashed programmed to kill.
Horror upon horror, UK 9/11,
The so-called 'missing' are dead indeed,
The bombers thought they'd go to Heaven,
Deluded victims of their creed,
There were no victors on 7/7,
No road to freedom was there trod,
On the omnibus from Hackney,
Or in the tomb beneath King's Cross.