That Ominous Black Morning (manchester Terrorist Attack)

That Ominous Black Morning  (manchester Terrorist Attack) prose poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

An Ariana Grande concert was struck by an explosion
in northern England on 22nd May 2017
killing at least 22 people and injuring many
there was a massive flash and
then a bang and smoke all around
hundreds of people could be seen
streaming away in confusion and chaos
nobody was getting any sense
it was smoke everywhere and
shoes on the ground from people trying to flee.
it was frantic and unbridled
a little girl and boy
aged about eight or nine distraught
as they couldn’t find their dad
all were screaming and running,
dropping their coats and phones,
just scrambling to safety
undoubtedly it was an appalling terrorist attack
and needs to be condemned and denunciated
nuts and bolts littering the ground near blast scene
as a likely terrorist attack
ripped through a crowd of teenagers
the prone bodies of those
who had been wounded and killed,
as well as others who were streaked with blood and
were staggering away from the scene
teenagers were screaming and running
in the aftermath of the blast
parents were frantically attempting
to locate their children and relatives
people were scattered everywhere.
And some of them looked dead also
such a tyrannical doctrine is
an indelible blot on the name of humanity
and a challenge for those
who talk of peace and human rights always
but as an emotional poet, my heart is broken
for those poor children and
for all those families
with an empty house that black night
Blanket coverage in the news media,
brave words by leaders, forests of flowers
at the scenes of attack, forensic reconstruction
by the police, and a return to normalcy
needs no repeating that terrorism knows no borders
and that the globalization of terror is a reality
let’s pray to god that all departed souls
may rest in peace

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