The following poem is based on the eloquent speech of Sadiq Khan and where it took place following the Westminster Bridge atrocity. 

The Mayor Stands

And so the mayor stands hands clasped together                               

in the cold June weather by City Office. Coffers up                                           

visible unequivocal condemnation of those from his                                        

ancestral land attired in western clothes who hired                                          

a self-drive van sharpened foot long knives whose                                           

wicked plans handed down death and disabilities                               

to citizens whose innocence was going about their lives.                                

 

And where the mayor stands The Tower commands                                         

his backdrop with majesty pageantry history                                                  

where the seditious and haters taken through Traitors                               

Gate knew what grisly fate awaits at the hands of vicious                           

judicious executioners used to the capricious whims of their                    

Queens or kings who despatched the treacherous bands                                     

threatening our motherland.  Now, with no-one to catch,                             

 

the mayor stands his empty hands snatch grand                                             

soundbites which alight on public ears assuage their nightmares, their    

fears their tears of fighting ghosts or parasites infecting this                       

promised land whose hosts with open arms welcomed these                      

lost and tortured souls. And so whilst most demand the right                     

to justice others understand enlightenment often takes years                       

to reach those stranded in the wasteland.