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Coventry
The night was shattered by the sound
Of bombs exploding on the ground.
The city ablaze with fearsome light,
Broken to fragments, this dark night.
The Cathedral crumbles, blown to bits,
As the rain of doom makes such sure hits,
That when dawn comes, grey clad, rising
There is but rubble, where once was housing.
My heart is breaking at such an end,
Lives torn apart, they cannot mend.
I weep over the ruins, every night,
As I see here such sorry plight.
How can one speak of the divine?
A touch would do, a hand in mine,
Of one prepared to build anew.
But is there one, among too few,
To stay and build, and not to flee
That Coventry may once more be?
A new Cathedral, tall and new,
A city rebuilt, fine and true:
That is a vision that I see,
For any to help, to join with me.
Until that time, I stand and pray,
Among the fallen, where they lay,
Amidst the rubble, still and silent,
Tears fall softly, sad, despondent.
I hurt inside at such events,
Knowing such sorrows, such laments.
I seek now hope, and my release,
For I am ghost here, seeking peace.
28.01.2004