The London Bridge is falling down
A train was blown up in London
And as the metal flew through the air
The bomber didn’t wonder
If there was a baby there
The blast was like a roaring thunder
It simply wasn’t fair
This was not a blunder
The bomber didn’t care
A man strapped a bomb to his waist
And then attempted to fly
But someone started to pray
Before the airplane hit the sky
He thought it was an act of grace
But he never wondered why
Someone told him it was okay
They told him a big fat lie
There were innocent lives at stake
But the bomber didn’t think
He saw a toddler not even awake
She was dressed in pretty pink
His heart didn’t ache
As he sipped on a drink
The lives he tried to take
And he didn’t even blink
It’s time to make the declaration
To stop letting the enemy revel
It’s time to make an evaluation
He’s causing us to dishevel
It’s time to make a dedication
Stop letting him make us bevel
With his lies and deceit in formation
He deserves a medal
We must make a proclamation
That not on any level
Should we put our situation
Into the hands of the devil?
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Darlena ThePoet
Greetings: I am a nurse and a mother of five with four grandchildren. I have been writing poetry for several years. I am not a professional, but I believe that that is because my work has just never made it into the right hands. However, I guarantee that anyone who read my poetry will enjoy my work. I am currently working on my second book of spiritual poetry, which has not yet been published. My first book of spiritual poetry has been published, as well as a children's book, 'No Bubble Bath for Desmond.' I am very excited to reach out to the world even further with my writing.
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