On Tower Hill Poem by Midifo Yearns

Tower Bridge
across the passing Thames
spied from Tower Hill
with bloodied skirts and hems
and on a sun-filled day
screams are muted
somehow kept at bay
yet somber London knows
as headless bodies carried out
cry out through squawking crows

And history screams,
repeats itself
in many places still
in Africa and Asia
as it did once
upon this hill

The powerful still murder
they rob and rape and kill
they think they have
the right to do
whatever they do will.

But like the silent Thames
witnesses take note
and history will record
the deeds
and put them to the vote

of all who now can see
that Tower Bridge
across the Thames
calls out for us to be
what we were long since
made for
love, not hate
human, never savage
though broken on the surface,
solid at the core.