A quiet Thursday morning
The people start for work
A normal London dawning
But evil people lurk
They get the train from Luton town
Go off their separate ways
The moving staircase carries them down
Last glimpse of all their days
They board the crowded train
Put the bags down on the floor
Look around the carriage once
Then bang! and carnage red and raw
The fatal deathly dance.
How do young men take life so cheap
What drives them to carry on
How can they, eat live and sleep
Planning to detonate a bomb.
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What more can I say, than has already been said. This is a sad situation; God have mercy!
Read my poem, "Murder In The Name Of 'God'. It is about this same incident.