| Dedicated to September 11 UNTITLED POEM I cannot believe the anger in me The rage that’s there for all to see What can this thing inside me be? Some demon seeking to be free? It came upon a September Morn When the winds of war did blow When Murder came on deadly wings The blood of the innocent began to flow. I learned again what I knew so well Men are slower to love than they are to hate Shattering dreams that it took decades to build And now my fury won’t abate. Bin Ladin you made this anger in me This rage that’s there for all to see A demon seeking to be free And so I’ll send it back to thee. Now war once more will rule the world And thousands more will die And all these deaths are at YOUR door Accept them…don’t be shy. Don’t be bashful Bin Ladin---Take your place Like the cowardly butcher you are Like Hitler, Attila, Hassan bin Sabbah I hope you like your war. Copyright ©2001 Cassandra Anne Morrison The Lost One's (Part 1) Children are crying for parents They'll never, ever see. Parents are crying for children They've outlived, which should not be. Husbands and wives are carrying broken hearts, Sisters and brothers live in misery. Friends pray and weep for the lost one's, The people stand vigil, as should we. Light a candle for the lost one's, Let the bitter tears fall to the ground. Whisper a prayer to the night for the lost one's, Let the heartbreak be heard all around. Never forget the Lost One's, The ones whose lives were renowned. Fill the whole world with our cries, Make them cringe from the sound. Copyright ©2001 Laura Dewey |
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