In Loving Memory of the Manchester's victims;
May the Love be in full blowth again.
.
The new masters of the boroughs,
Are, walking in the city,
wherein a cold blood,
introducing, the Almighty -God,
To the schools' boys and girls
Of the metropolitan county,
To take over, or set sail,
for the holy mission,
To London, Washington D.C,
Or Rome-
And let the rusted- blades,
of the medieval swords-
Go sheen, with the blood.
Swords are held in,
The resurrected heads,
And furious paws
Wrapped and blessed with,
A strongly worded message of Hell
Scribed with the flames of wrath,
The first Phrase of their Code,
To run the city of Abaddon
***
Round One
On the London Bridge,
where aftermath the great war,
T.S Eliot saw in the first episode,
'Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge,
so many'
His concern was:
'He had no thought death had undone so many? '
Until before the clock -struck ten,
And passed by a colored track of this era,
driven by the disciple,
of the ruthless Masters -
-mowing Londoners-
In the sight of the-
Scotland Yard whose men,
were only equipped,
For the dirty battles
In the heart of London
with matchless clubs.
***
Round Two. (Hope never happens.)
