Would We ?
All eyes turned to look for the young maiden.
Who came wearing morning as fresh as May.
As the carriage passed she waved to the crowd.
Her Queen of Day crown sat feted and proud.
Loud clapping continued along festive road
But drown in the bomb\'s sudden explosion.
Someone saw later the Queen of Day crown.
The terror-struck maiden was never found.
Eyes must be turned to look for solutions
And end such horror by new resolutions.
Peace has to grasped when innocents die.
None dare look back and in anger ask why.
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If we had been clapping for that lovely maiden
Would we seek revenge should we have escaped ?