Thursday, 5 April 2012

Menezes and his family


My child, oh my beloved son,
in London you were brought undone
by those who fight to save us all
a world beyond their worldwide war.

You went to find your fortune there,
in old London city’s cool, grey weather;
but nothing’s hidden from the sun
so cruel as so young to be so undone.

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