MG (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)


Open those tight fists
Do not hold back
Make your palms transparent
Release that dime
Be a blessing
Wipe tears away
That little drop
Is what someone desires
Be an answer to someone's prayer
Be an instrument of succour
Sow that seed impartially
Don't delay, cease the moment
Be an angel to that poor soul
Remember, whatsoever you sow
Shall return to you in folds

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Very interesting poem indeed...realy did enjoyed it..well narrated inn poetic expressions..very visual..feels like a secen from a movie...10+++
I remember the day well, it was quite frightening to see what human beings can do to each other. All those lives lost, for what? As a species we still try to solve our problems in such violent ways, and so the killing continues, even to this day. Bob
Oh, such a horrific act of dim-headed murderers, and they are doing it again and again.
A fine tribute to when america stood still for a day, stood still and watche in amaze as to what happend to our country... I am a new yorker, and it hit my heart very personal as I felt like someone invaded our own back yard.... Many poeple were killed and all for what? ? Prayers all go out to all familes to where affected that dismal day...... Bonnie
a very well written poetic piece about a horrific act, which will be retained in so many archives and memories forever, , , vy very well done, , , blessings...Cecil
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