Poem

The Bridge

On the Westminster Bridge Massacre, 22 March 2017

When Wordsworth stood upon that bridge most fair,
And wondered if some gloomy passer-by
Could be so dim that London’s majesty
Would never touch his dullness, unaware,

The poet prophesied the world’s despair
That here beneath a once and future sky,
In Islam’s name the innocent would die
Their cries to fill the crisp and smokeless air;

That there would be no Christian left to weep
The dead whose countrymen with tears befill
The waters of the gently flowing deep.

Sad London, void of intellect and will,
That harbors in its communistic sleep
A horde of heathens relishing the kill!

Joseph Charles MacKenzie is a traditional lyric poet of New Mexico. He is First Place winner of the Scottish International Poetry Competition (Times Literary Supplement, Jan 27, 2017) and a Pushcart Prize nominee. His verses have appeared in The New York Times, The Scotsman (Edinburgh), The Independent (London), US News and World Report, Google News, and many other outlets. He writes for Trinacria (New York) and the Society of Classical Poets (New York).

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