Remembering
Looses its sting
with the passage of time
be it 9-11 or Columbine.
The horror, the pain
only long remains
for the families of the dead.
For the rest of us
it becomes another date,
a JFK or D-Day to remember where we stood.
Seldom do we ask
where were you when Wallace was shot.
Its an anniversary we may have forgot.
Bobby was shot in front of our eyes,
perhaps we only remember who dies.
Martin's funeral lasted all day
as the mules slowly moved into history.
Who knows the future for our eyes ...
perhaps the revolution will be televised.
~~~~~~~~~ for Nathan's 9-11 contest ~~~~~~~~~~~
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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