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A friend that's a great poet sends me poems via e-mail about events that have happened in America and on holidays too, so I wanted to share these with my blog friends and who-ever else is interested in reading them..
Terror In The Heartland
It's come to the heartland
The terror and the dread
In one explosive moment
Our innocence has fled
Oh yes, it has come home!
There isno understanding
There's only disbelief
Was it our own countrymen
Who brought down all this grief?
Oh yes, it has come home!
Our voices cry for justice
Our hearts cry out in pain
For family, friends, and loved ones
Never to be, seen or held again
Oh yes, it has come home!
Then, there are the children
Withouttheir lives to live
Now the world will surely miss
The gifts they had to give
Oh yes, it has come home!
The images of heroes
Burned deep into our mind
People helping people
Shows we are a special kind
Oh yes, it has come home!
In the twisted steel and concrete
Through the day and dark of night
We watch the tireless effort
Of the rescuers fight.
Oh yes, it can come home!
How can a human being
Harbor such demented hate
To bring upon their own kind
Such a cruel fate
Oh yes, it has come home
Though most of us view from afar
It could have been mine or yours
But we must grieve and then go on
Not hide behind locked doors
Even though, it has come home!
There are no easy answers
When our hearts are torn
But from healing words of promise
Each new hope is born.
Oh yes, it can come home!
Oh yes, it will come home!
It has come home!
Del "Abe" Jones
04.22.1995
The Death Of Innocence
(Columbine)
Fourteen more young wasted lives
And one teacher who gave all
And once more the questions
Why, no one heard the call.
Why, two young minds and hearts
Were filled with so much hate
Why, they took it on themselves
To seal, all those others fate.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, the future is no more
For all of those young souls
Why, no more hopes and dreams
No chance to reach their goals.
Why, with all our expertise
And, our technology
Why, we can't stop the madness
In our "great" (?) society.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out
And we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
Why, our children can get guns
Make bombs to kill and maim
Why, parents think, "No, not mine!
(Don't play, that deadly game.)
Why, we say every time
"It shouldn't happen here!"
Why, we don't take it serious
And shudder with fear.
There is no answer, that makes sense
No way to sort it out and we should all, ask just what
We, really are about.
4-22-99
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Posted by kmurra on 2009-04-20 20:46:26 | Rating: | Views: 24
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