Saturday, 25 March 2017

On Westminster Bridge 23/3/17

Earth has not anything to show more sad
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by 
A sight so touching in its misery:
This City, oppressed woman, burqa clad
The blackness of our mourning, silent, bare.
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie 
Open wide to violence and the sky; 
All undefended in the smokeless air
Never did sun more sorrowfully steep 
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; 
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! 
The river glideth at his own sweet will: 
Dear God! the governments asleep; 
And all its cowards tongues are lying still! 

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