London Pride

It is five years since the London bombings took place just shortly after the next Olympics had been secured for London, and this is written both in remembrance of those tragic days, but also of the spirit of Londoners which was so apparent in the Blitz. The title, of course, is an allusion to the song by Noel Coward of the same name, and also on the unique spirit of its citizens.

London Pride

They say that pride comes before a fall
And for a day, we Londoners stood tall
Olympic triumph, victory in our hand
Yet time ran out like tiny grains of sand
Terror stalked the City, evil people laid
Bombs, ran off, hoping to make all afraid
Explosions rent the air, both underground
And on City streets, followed by a sound
Of pain, of crying, of weeping, of sorrow
And who knows what will be tomorrow?
But Londoners have been here long ago
When nightly bombings fell down below
We faced our worst fears in those fires
Yet rose from ashes, despite all conspires
To destroy hope, our resolve made stronger
We were not cowed by that warmonger
And will not be now, we mourn the dead
Weep and pray, but when all has been said
We will walk the streets, we will not hide
For we are Londoners, with London pride.