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Signs of the Times

By Doret67

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

November 1963: The face of the masses,   Composed but sad: A student, thoughtful. A father lifts a small child. A woman bows her head.     Some with tears     Some with anger     All in silence. A Negro pauses. A boy on crutches, Servicemen in uniform,     Slowly they pass.     The sign of the cross,     A child kneels The American people pay homage to a fallen President. September 2001 The face of the President,   Composed but sad: A fireman, weeping. A son looks for his father. Many bow their heads.     Some with tears     Some with anger     All with disbelief. The smoke billows. Many are limping, Workers in uniform.     Frantically they search.     Hands folded in prayer,     A candle lighted The American people pay homage to their fallen countrymen. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 15 2001 04:30 PM PST   0 • 9

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