Thursday, August 11, 2011


The silver birds were turned
to yellow, orange, black and red
by lunatics that yearned
to fill our jaded hearts with dread,
an effigy morosely burned
for the spirits of the dead,
a searing torch that won’t abstain
lamenting those unjustly slain.

We’ve all been tired, we’ve all felt poor
we all have things we’ll struggle for
but no person should ever need
to make another human bleed
by nurturing a pointless war;

a decade isn’t nearly long
enough to heal from pain so strong
yet as each name is spoken loud,
their noble sacrifice avowed,
catharsis calms the throng.

That sad September day,
a prelude to the coming fall
when innocence fell prey
to evil’s noxious choking pall
will never fade away,
with love we honor one and all—
the spectrum of forgiveness flows
through the prism of our woes.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


This is a most magnificent reflection, in words upon that most dreadful day 11th September.
To see that evil unfold before our eyes, is a sight which will never be erased, from my mind.
And, to see the ravages of war and mayhem, leaves us all in a very sad place.
Thank goodness for that rainbow image at least.
Best wishes, Eileen

rch said...

Hi Eileen, thanks a lot, I've worked on it for a while, such a sad thing to remember :(