Diversity
Distinct tones paint our skins,
eyes per chance not set the same.
Strange sounds oft gush forth
As we tongue another's name.
Differing tenets fill our heads,
Our origin is sundry places.
Yet in these times of crises,
Americans, having divergent faces.
I'm indebted to the heroes,
To God and country in which I live.
For those who grieve our fallen,
For still others, who unselfishly give?
Today as I survey old glory,
flying at half-mast a sky.
I observe black billowing smoke,
'Amongst a dampened eye
As I consider Cadavers yet unfound,
Neath terrorist strewn debris.
I know our world will not exist,
As previously seen by me.
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