| "Allah, save us!" she whispered as she watched the towers burn She faced Mecca and prayed for those who were suffering the ones who waited for those who would not return and the ones who would fight to rescue them... and her husband got dressed to go give blood to do what he could to return the brotherhood he found in his new homeland, America "Allah, save us" she whispered as the stones crashed in angry mobs seeking vengeance rained more stones within more shards of glass, terror and smoke she sheltered her baby with her body and her husband went out to make the mob stop but the hands and feet and angry words the madness of grief and prejudice showered down on him, deaf to his pleas, and ignorant of innocence His blood, wasted, pouring into the gutter, Another American, victim of terrorism and hate, killed in the name of fanatic retribution no hero rejoices. Truth is only true when it is the same for all not just the violent few. |
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