There was a day when we were called
attention was captured
United collectively
Froze welded into a peoples' being
This series of tragedies occurred
not because of any of us, individually
But who we are, were, and will be
Will ever draw the ire
From the fuse of the fire
Lit by the fingers of hate
And fearful greed & jealousy
Mothers began the wail
Raised into the heavens
On pillars of smoke
Brothers and sisters stopped
Dead in their tracks
for lack of belief
Fathers, feeling powerless to explain
Began planning a rescue
Of all that were left
There will be a day
When the smoke will disapate
The rains will come
All that is broken
Will be swept away
Even of memory
There will be a day
pmpope 2011 9-11
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