I sat cowering in a corner,
a frightened boy in my own home,
the cause of my fear was all around me,
yet it wasn't the darkness of the room,
for I was accustomed to that,
nor was I alone in my fear.
Suddenly I heard the scream of the dying,
blasted into oblivion by the staccato of spewing lead,
nothing new I had heard it before, over and over again,
“stay down”, my father shouted.
They've been saying that for seven hundred years I thought.
Bang! Bang! Bang! went the steady death beat,
we had got used to it, yet we feared,
like a virus it clung in the air,
above the din I heard the sound of an ambulance siren,
the Royal Victoria Hospital was in for another busy night.