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A Cry Of A Nation (Written 9/11/2001

By Whisper Mckee

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

A rumble is heard, In a matter of moments, A mass of destruction, A nation mourns. A cowardly act, Of faceless attackers, Killing the innocents, A war is born. One moment frozen, As buildings tumble, Fire and smoke, Fill the sky. Deadly carnage, Mindless violence, So many dead, We can't count the lives. It's time for brothers, To come together, Sisters to protect, The children. A cry is heard, For retaliation, The call for men, To come to arms. In righteous anger, We have forgotten, Violence begets violence, It is forsworn. Bow your heads, Talk to the Father, Ask his protection, From the coming storm. Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 02:38 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson   0 • 10

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