A city,
Forever changed
By the actions
Of a single coward.
We awoke one grey morning
To find destruction
In the place we call
Home.
He stole some beautiful souls
And they gained
Their wings far too early.
They will be remembered,
Always
For they were each
A ray of sunshine
Without them
Our sky is grey.
He tried to break
Our spirits
Like many before.
If you try to beat us
You obviously don't know who we are.
We are a city of love and passion.
That no coward
Could twist to hate and terror.
A Mancunian never fears.
We are all
Phoenixes rising from the ashes
Again and again.
And after all,
The bees are still buzzing.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2017 14:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the Manchester arena attack that happened 6 months ago in my home city. If you didn't know "mancunian" is what somebody from Manchester is known as.
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Comments3
Nicely done.
Thank you!
Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony! 🙂
Welcome
Skye, this is a beautiful, well written reminder that no matter how bad, or ugly, or terrible the action of one individual or group of individuals is, we will not be beaten! Love that last two-line stanza!
I hope the world never gives in to terroism. Thank you, the bee is a symbol of Manchester and represents our strength and resilience as a city!
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