Westminster Terror Attack (Upon That Bridge Of Grief) Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Lives like petal leaves
lay scattered everywhere
upon that bridge
but those flowers of innocence
mowed, crushed, bloodied
writhed in pain,
some just died
while others who watched
dumbstruck with disbelief.
Pain upon sorrow,
sorrow upon pain
spiraled as many of them succumbed
while those injured deserved not
what the catastrophe unfolded
before their eyes
as they did not even expect
the unimaginable of this kind
to violently upheaval their existence.
And as they had walked that morning
those were not the streets
of a Hollywood movie-set,
it was all so real
as that mind of a man so filled with rage
lacking in pity
took so many of them down,
one by one they fell
without God's decree.
Did they wake up that morning
to face something so tragic
that limbs got maimed
families encountered sorrow
in just a matter of minutes?
A policeman himself
in the action of prevention of more horror
sacrificed his life;
who will be there to console his own kin
when they will know
he will never come home again after work?
No candles, no roses
can ever soothe the eyes of grief,
no strength or courage will ever prevent
the inner fear
when on that bridge will walk people again
and not fear when they hear
a fast moving car
though it will be just another vehicle
moving across that bridge on its way home.
And though over a period of time
many miles of fear
will discard its route,
no one will pass that bridge
without a pain of sadness in their heart
without a flicker of an eyelid
as they will never forget to recall
how hurtful and callous was fate
upon that bridge on that sorrowful morning.