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~Tears~ Like a slow, simmering rain Carve hollows deep within... Fire...the slaughter of dreams And of the innocents Burn sharply in our eyes. Splendor of America ~Crumbled~ After the sky took flame (A horror that shook the world) And so many of us ask How can we go on When our kindred Lay brutally slain? Our souls are sliced open- Exposing fearful flesh And allowing the ice of hatred To penetrate... But we must combat war ~With peace~ And the malice of those Who unjustly abhor By loving each other More than ever before. � Copyright Krista Knutson 2001 My words do little justice to show my feelings for those wounded and killed in the terrorist attacks of September 11th, 2001. I ask you all do support the US in our time of need and to strive for peace in any way possible.  The Twilight Poetess Email the Author |