Glad I Wasn’t There
Bomb scare - where?
There,
In the Tube’s lair!
Glad I wasn’t there,
People, milling, how they stare,
As acrid smoke poisons air,
Stench of singed hair,
Explosion deep at Leicester Square,
On the Piccadilly Line,
In that Underground mine,
Sirens, desperate, hear them whine,
It happened on a steep decline,
Where sun is impossible to shine,
Body parts on electric line,
Carnage, cannot hope to define,
Won’t be home till half past nine,
Was in the rush hour,
Just imagine, see them cower,
Brakes sparking in a shower,
How their night is going sour,
Quick! Shut down all the power!
Rescuers, helpless, looking dour,
Beam the news from signal tower,
20p for a flower?
© Michael Garrad June 2011
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