Here, a message to those who harm,
With reasons that are far from calm,
Misplaced hatreds that are born,
That continues this wary scorn.
Our small island is nearly filled,
Poor Blighty’s heart is nearly killed,
By unfortunate nomadic stuffing,
Numeric onslaught, we can do nothing,
I welcome those who means us well,
Through the work and love they compel,
By every creed and every race,
To put the smile back on face,
But there are those, not so kind,
Who want to leave us horrid blind,
Through means of a fearsome attack,
Our freedom and safety begin to crack,
I am human; thus I am humane,
So, I cry and anger at a flame,
They use as a malicious weapon,
If they think again they’ll be weeping,
They pack a bag to explode,
To paint red upon the road,
Breaking apart our families,
Their selfish callous calamities,
Not just here but around the world,
They author a tempestuous whirl,
Destroying everything to be seen,
Surely they can’t be a human being?
Can’t they see that through their deeds,
They do not help when they cut, wounds bleed,
Global mess they have indeed created,
Plenty are the lives that have been cremated,
With this message I implore to them,
Rethink, recount, and don’t condemn,
For although they have crossed the line,
Goodness can come from them, so realign,
Althought for now they wield their gun,
Fuelled by propaganda that has spun,
I hope they reflect when they’ve absconded,
But for now demons you are truly unwanted!