“RELEASE” 10 April 02

And as you stopped,
a nation stopped.
And deep inside newscasters offices
the long overdue words of:
“Please, not on my shift”

From the depths of a weekend home
the usual suspects were alerted
sincerely fawning and sent
to report outside castles abandoned
as spirits abandoned flesh

The parade solemnly walked
images on newspapers and
captured on grubby fingers on trains
Bombers roared salute over the procession
but did not

release their cargo upon the privileged few.
Just one lever pulled could
release us of their antiquated legacy
But it was not to be.
And of all the so-called tragedies

that beautiful bombs did not land
upon The Strand, or Westminster Abbey,
and free us of their reign
was the biggest Tragedy
for our Great Nation That Day.

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