A reflection on the London bombings and their tragic consequences.
Through World War One he served his country well through Flanders mud, survived the living hell. Back home again, and struggling for breath his nightmares told of mustard gas and death. Years later, when the Nazis raised their heads there came the call that every young man dreads and once again he bravely went to war, and fought for King and Country as before. He won his medals at El Alamein, then badly wounded journeyed home again. The years passed swiftly, young man turned to old his children always fed and warmly clothed. He lost his wife, but bravely carried on his children grew and married and moved on Until one summers' day clouds hid the sun and cowards' hands did what no war had done The old man, who had once survived the Somme was blown to Hell by one young madmans' bomb and when at last the final toll was read it listed forty wounded, fifteen dead The smoke has cleared, and London carried on all signs of carnage now are nearly gone While cowards celebrate what they have done The old mans medals glisten - in the sun
