Pilgrims of democracy
Alight ‘twixt London’s spires,
Cameras flashing souvenir snaps;
Cursed moments pass,
Shattering the peace,
Awe displaced by shock.
A lone wolf paints terror,
No value for life;
A city loses a servant,
A family loses one they loved;
Memory will not relent,
Terror shall not prevail.
French brushstrokes of old,
Cede to current tracks of tears,
Amongst English riverflow –
Equalled in pain,
A brotherhood of suffering,
La solidarité dure
Sun’s light sets, giving way
To sorrowed mourning stars;
Yet Westminster stands defiant,
Bloodied but unbowed;
The Mother of Parliaments
Stands, testimony to the free
Faith Unlocked 