Scars

Some eighty years ago
bombs rained from the sky
several times per day.

These walls bear the scars
of war, and tell a story
of astounding resilience:
“We shall never surrender.”

The bombings didn’t end with the war.
Last week, some angered soul
saw fit to bomb the tube.
Twenty-nine injured.

Every day, I walk
past the legacy of war.
And I wonder--

When will we learn
that acting in hate
is never the answer?

When will we learn
from the scars of the past?