The Lindt Cafe
Normal people going about their day
Stopping in for coffee along the way,
No idea when they entered that Lindt door,
The absolute terror that lay in store.
The world watched on as Sydney shut down,
Martin place resembling a ghost town.
Like a scene from movie, we watched in disbelief,
How could one person cause so much grief.
Their fear was obvious as they peered through the glass
Praying it would end, praying that it wouldn’t last.
The police lined the streets, snipers took aim,
Life in Martin place would never be the same.
While we lay sleeping in the dead of night,
Several broke for freedom, the end was in sight.
Hustled away by waiting police,
The anguish of those families turned to relief.
For those left behind ,
They would never see the light of day.
How could two innocent lives be taken in such a way.
A nation in mourning as we remember Sydney’s darkest day,
An out pouring of grief displayed
in such beautiful way.
Floral tributes fill the street,
Songs and prayers and messages under feet.
People from all walks of life,
All types of religions,
Unite in prayer and show their resilience.
Australians will rise, we will not fall,
In the face of terror we will stand tall.
In memory of
Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson.
By Brian J Curran