SCARLET TEARS OF LONDON

SCARLET TEARS OF LONDON

Faces stained with blood
Grimaces of agony
Petrified as they stood
Too numb to bear any acrimony.

The dead in rows
The wounded in pains
The doves can never be crows
No matter how you batter their brains.
Because, we are not born to hate.
In love and peace, we shall continue to sail our ship of state.

Mother England weeps
For her children
Murdered by the demons
And lovely London bears the burden.
I see the red splashes
On the Union Jack flying at half mast.
And I see the wet eyelashes
Of the bereaved mourners.

Oh, beloved London
The pride of the English Crown
Let me wipe away your scarlet tears
The scarlet tears of your bloodshed.
Though you are heart broken
But, you are not forsaken.

Our enemies will not go unpunished
For those who murder the innocent
Shall face their judgement
"Vengeance is mine," says the Lord.

Oh, beloved London
The pride of the English Crown.
From the fire of the crucible
You shall become invincible.