| The images on the television didn't seem real, Nothing can describe the hurt, the uselessness I feel. The palne craching into the World Trad Center is all I see when I close my eyes, That terrible scene will ever make my heart throb, my spirit cry. Why were so many innocnt people killed? What senseless ambition did the terrorists have to fulfill? What's the point of taking thousands of lives? Why cause so many families so much terror and strife? Lord, though all of this let it by You America sees, Drive the entire nation down to its knees. Help us to honor that awful day, Grant us Your awesome strength we need to pray. Help us to unite through the falling ashes, Help us to heal even the deepest gashes. And I know the events of the 11 of September, Will be stamped on the hearts of America forever. ~Molly G. Weeping Willow Weeping Willow why do you cry? Why are your branches all gnarled and dry? What age old secrets do you posses? What age old worries must you confess? What ancient memories do you hold dear? What ancient mysteries will you forever fear? Why can't you murmmer your stories to me? Why can't no power set you free? Why do you becken to me in the night? Why must I resist you with all my might? How can you tower over me so strong? Yet feel as though you don' t belong? Why do you play tricks on my mind? Asking me questions, answers I can't find? Weeping Willow why do you cry? Why are your branches all gnarled and dry? ~Molly G. "Alas my love you say goodbye, Wipe the pioson from my brow. Alas my love this guilty night, It gives me up like a foster child. And in this moment I take my vow, These angels sleeping at my feet. And in this moment you did not know how, My spirit wants to flee." One man against the night, Taking on a multitude, That had left him high and dry. No candle burning vigils could light the way, Darkness hit the ground Like a fallen satellite. He wrestled until morning, With human souls, And dark angels. And he finished his work, On the third day. ~ Some guy from DC Talk. |
| <Here is a poem my friend did right after 9-11 (September 11) Now she gets a free year book at my school, boat!> |
| Poems from the D.I.S.T.U.R.B.E.D. |
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