A nation cries and publicly mourns,
As evil prevails and terror spawns.
Driven through hate to the senseless slaughter
Of a husband, a son and a beloved daughter.
But in vain these wicked traitors fight,
as united, together like a kite
we will rise above their evil acts,
with faith and strength firmly in tact.
Their weapons are feeble, their aims untenable,
Their bid to overpower can never knock or unstable.
This House is built on foundations of love, United in grief for a dutiful Guv.