The confusing swirl of violence broke down walls
And panic rushed like lightening through the gaps
I saw folk taking photos, checking maps,
Their phones gripped like a weapon that appals
We visualise what makes up our defence.
The connection to our absent, kindly friends
The need to make a record of the end.
The need to look again till it makes sense.
A well-known numbness tries to swallow me.
My heart needs its own time to feel the pain
The world I live in is not safe, that’s plain
Say Al Jazeera and the BBC.
Our mask of vapid innocence deceives.
Hatred of this kind is misconceived.
How my heart sings 