For London

This is a public service announcement
Denouncing the trouncing of freedom
And the weighing up of human life in ounces.
I can’t be the only one sick of counting corpses,
Keeping calm and carrying on despite the carrion?
There’s no accounting for these actions
Cos dead civilians are never a ticket to the kingdom.
So many confused youths
Gone from Peter Pan to Pettigrew
Listened to someone else’s hate
And let grow, settle and brew.
I always check in, but I want to check out
I no longer know what this world is about
When the end game is watching blood
Trickle from a child’s mouth
Silently mouthing words she’ll never say,
‘Where’s my mum?’ saved for a rainy day
Eyelid close, breath fades away
And rain trickles down from skies that are grey.
But we won’t forget them, that’s what I say,
Because we stand together
Yeah, that’s the London way.