Posted by kid_A on September 11, 2001, at 11:28:59
In reply to Empathy and Depression, posted by Krazy Kat on September 11, 2001, at 11:14:55
Sadly, there are people who would die for their causes, sadly there are people who would kill for their beliefs, and sadly there are people who die daily from starvation and malnutrition, who die because their governments make them disapear, and sadly there are acts of terrorism throughout the world in the belief that an act of violence can change things for the better.
I had a dream that we went to war in the middle east, now that dream is probably going to become a reality...
This morning I've written a small poem, really, just a little prayer, how many words could be written that would change the fates of those who have suffered, and who now suffer... But sometimes it is the smallest thing that has the most beauty...
FIRST POEM FOR THE DEAD
did not know, could
not -how many breathless
faces, how many lidless
eyeshow many broken promises
and dreams derailedand shining like summer,
new york cityand shining like autumn,
washingtonhow many halos, who
could know?how many empty prayers
washed over faceshow many flowers, those
infaliable symbols of
death's quiet grinhow many candles, each
of you onehow many kaddish, that
holy first and final
wordhow many spokesmen, to
speak the unsaidhow many loves, lost
in a sigh of a
petal.
poster:kid_A
thread:11115
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