Before The Bombing

Crossing elegant Victoria railway station
She reaches for her ringing mobile phone:
Young and yet without an ounce of fear,
Still moving onward as it sings its signal.
She answers, smiling with sincere delight-
And who is to tell its not her father calling,
Just to say hello and ask if she’s alright.

A strict security warning mars the morning,
Insinuating the existence of an evil enemy
Who indiscriminately maim and cruelly kill,
Like the madmen did in the city of Madrid.

poem by Matt Mooney
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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