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911 (Are We
Flying the Same Flag Now?)
By James
Goodwyn We say terrorism, bin laden is
evil, but is that enough said.
There is terror within the
"walls of liberty," not dead.
Some say the fault lies with
security or a president that fell.
Some say no -- it lived here under
a flag of odiferous smell.
We say war is the answer to evil
our world shook
However, at the planning we in
bedroom windows looked
The nation in mourning and in
sorrow will be without end
Some say this land was appreciated
with fish and game aplenty
Those then had spirit, ideals,
simple life and there was want, not any
They welcomed the creator with
praise through song and dance.
A people reduced without that
land, that spirit that game is now chance
The country is laboring and
awaiting its greatness, still
For some saw on 911 the hour's
lateness, still
The reason they died will become
futile at best
If world leaders will not give
muscle flexing a rest
We have blessings from men of the
cloth
As we flaunt treasures not fit for
the moth
As we crusade to show America's
not bent
Why not use that energy to
strength and comfort the rent?
Welcome some, but others we do
not.
God, his message, have we forgot.
In fear we fly, who can blame us.
In anger, we revisit shadows that
shame us
As eminent men of eloquent tongue
espouses
We run to Rushmore with inanimate
houses.
We shoot to the stars to protect
our doors.
Without regard for those weakened
shores.
We put at risk our loved ones so
sweet
As brave workers search beneath
their feet
They search without rest, fear or
reward
Will 911 be just another day of
record?
We stop and we kill and say
profiling is needed,
However, some say lessons of '93
were not heeded
Did we learn from Castro, the Shah
of Iran and such?
Must we make our brothers hate us
so much?
As troops gather to exact payment
of countrymen
We kill a president, dreamer,
prophet and then . . . .
It's off again to conquer
unspeakable the foe,
However, at the return who in time
will know?
A well intentioned people decided
to Grieve mother earth
What in heaven's name, can more
sorrow be worth?
Are we indeed flying the same flag, now? *
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