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Two moons ago I watched
a plane crash into a tower
could not comprehend the meaning
as another crashed into it too
I was perplexed, how could they
make such a mistake twice -
I slept, to wake
to a Western world of grief
death is hard when on your door,
but justifies
in rhetoric and lies
the killing of many more
on a foreign shore.
Rain falls softly to the Earth
I gather around me a thought of peace,
love, tolerance
the ability to see
and send it out into the dawn
perhaps it will caress a mind
change a life
save a world.
copyright 2001, Unikorn Stardancer
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