Posted on March 23, 2017
The confusing swirl of violence broke down walls
And panic rushed in through the holes and gap
I saw folk taking photos, checking maps,
Their phones gripped like a weapon that appals.
We see then what comprises our defence.
The connection to our family and friends. The need to make a record of the end.
The need to look again till it makes sense.
I felt a well-known numbness cover me My heart needs its own time to feel the pain
The world I live in is not safe, that’s plain. From Al Jazeera to the BBC.
The masks of innocence deceive. Hatred of this kind is misconceived.
How my heart sings 