I see she’s been crying
by her wet puffy eyes
I see she’s been aging
troubles march across her face

Her dress- once flowery
is charred with terror
Her back-once straight
sags under worry-weight

I sit with London
I share her pain
These needless deaths
What was there to gain?

I won’t leave my London
with her blood -soaked dress
I’ll stay with my beloved
and help sort out the mess

©Vivian Zems

Jilly hosts dVerse tonight and asks us to write about a city we know/knew.
London is my city….and she’s in a lot of pain at the moment. Knife crime has swept the city- with the loss of many young lives.

 

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