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Hollow The ferry moaned Its belly filled with hollow souls Some slept uneasily Others chattered ceaselessly Still others were as numb as the waves I want to cry But fear never being able to stop We stare at the skyline Looking for what once was Ash and death permeate the air Smiles replaced by gas masks People have not died We are told that they are missing Emotions flow violently Emptying my psyche I feel alone in my grief Mushroom clouds dance in my head You want terror We have stockpiles of terror I know three of the missing One was a mother of two angels Her husband was at church on Sunday Handing out photos and fliers Her son played with mine I needed a healing sermon Our priest could not find the words The emptiness inside me is unbearable Soon the skies will rain revenge And our children will kill And be killed We have no choice No choice |
Additional Notes:
I have been unable to grieve - until now. I am proud and thankful to be an American.
Freedom comes at a price. God bless you and God bless America!
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