On the day the world celebrated love
And roses exchanged everywhere
They faced explosives and guns
And were shredded to bits –
Was that fair?
By a coward who rammed into them
The forty-four brave men
The world condemns the attack
Candle marches will be held
And display screens turn black
But in different corners somewhere
forty four houses will never know
Of a loved one, the warmth and glow
Of the light snuffed out
In cold blood, in the cold, cold snow.