Saturday, 22 June 2013

REMEMBERING THE MURDER OF LEE RIGBY





















A POEM WRITTEN BY DAVE CURTIS (LEE RIGBY’S FRIEND).

The drums are beating for one of our own
A brave drummer boy in Woolwich town
Attacked by strangers in the street
Lee Rigby died at the terrorists’ feet

He was a father, a son, and a man
He did not deserve such a death at their hands
They will not defeat us, they make us grow strong
Good over evil, right over wrong

For your death they will answer, our brave drummer boy
No stone unturned until we see them destroyed
There is no place on earth for those and their kind
Weak leading weak, blind behind blind

So rest now in peace dear soldier of ours
You rest in our hearts as the street fills with flowers
We salute you in death, but our promise is strong
We will keep your drum beating, on and on and on…