Summer skies around the world

Keep crying

Clean the sins

Of infested lands

Congested life

Shattered dreams

But he sells sandwiches and juice

tea and biscuits

A brown chocolate man

moulded with softness 

on a Virgin train

From the north to the south

To the heart of London

No bridge is falling

But new bridges are built

Reaching the warmest skies.

Najat Alshafie

29/7/2016