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By cjking Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Apr 20 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.20.11.41.17696]] |
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Compromising ourselves Living in the possibility of tomorrows Crying, sighing, laughing, trying To live the life we think is just. And then a moment of sorrow Abrupt, brutal, single-handledly burned Into our collective memories What makes us human, after all? There is a noise on the distant horizon One of silence, one of waiting One of wondering: why? (I ask myself, over and over). How far, after all, are any of us from being a scream, a whimper? What action can we each take To keep those we love, safe? I met a woman once who, after 9/11 Had in her head a series of voices Brought on by color, those others wore That spoke evil to her, at any given time. I think of her now, after the madness The shock, the anger, the why why why? And wonder what the answer will be In each of us, in the poets' minds. We feel their pain. I hope they know. |