I did the wheelie bins, I wrote a poem
I made the beds and turned on several lights
I heard the News; my head feels like it is foam
What will happen next?Who has foresight?
The Bridge of Westminster is very fine;
But not when men fire guns at passers-by
Wordsworth wrote a poem; read it online
We thought we were well read; it is a lie
By killing two and wounding many more
The agents wrecked their lives in evil’s thrall
They have closed again the darkening door
Politicians rise and evil calls.
Like Icarus fell and no-one stopped to look
I backed up my computer, read a book.