Author Information
aftermath
Folder:
wtc All these people in their
separate little boxes.
Even now,
as we stand with one common tragedy
we remain in our little compartments.
We share a mother.
Though our fathers differ,
We sprang from the same womb.
We watched and cried
As they raped our mother.
None of our fathers
came to her aid.
And we sit in our little boxes tonight
Each of us mourning
the violation of Mother alone.
Why can't we stand?
Why can't we avenge our mother together?
Do they really matter...
our differing, useless sires?
Stand with me tonight
brothers and sisters.
Throw down these walls of separation.
Our mother has been raped.
very deep, what more can I say but deep deep deep, touching with emotion to the pit of my stomach. heavenly words so lifting. please read my poems, some k :-)