by Unknown
Sep 2010 328 Views 2 comments
Reflections on a September Day
The churches mourn as their bells they sound,
prayers raised on the blood soiled ground.
I hold back a tear that I try to hide,
as I look at a child that plays outside.
What of the tomorrow that we offer him,
when the seeds of hate are sown within?
And yet even now as I ponder why,
iron eagles proudly take to the sky.
And far away in a distant land,
another child plays in the sand;
The desert dew wets a dead man's face
we pray the sands cover our disgrace..
prayers raised on the blood soiled ground.
I hold back a tear that I try to hide,
as I look at a child that plays outside.
What of the tomorrow that we offer him,
when the seeds of hate are sown within?
And yet even now as I ponder why,
iron eagles proudly take to the sky.
And far away in a distant land,
another child plays in the sand;
The desert dew wets a dead man's face
we pray the sands cover our disgrace..
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
Such thoughts came to mind as I watched the memorial service soon after this awful event - a tragedy that both broke and paradoxically strengthened the heart of a nation. Posted in memory of all lives lost since that terrible day.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (2)
Thank you for reminding us that children everywhere learn their lessons from our actions - not from our rhetoric. Shedding tears, we pray.