Heidi Sands Poet Free verse

Sweet September

Sweet September

A sweet September morning goes sour.
When buildings come tumbling down.
Planes crash, people watch in horror
As rescuers and others can’t be found.
Broken families are left behind.
Our country mourns, searching to find
Answers, comfort, justice and more.
Within no time at all, we’re heading to war.
Troops are called to go abroad
To fight the said evil that struck us all.
As if it will cure the pain, dry the tears,
Keep us safe, make us strong.
Whether or not we take lives now.
It doesn’t matter somehow.
Love cannot be found amidst the battlefield.
The fight will not change the reasons
Or become our shield.
Power can be a deadly kiss.
A child asks….is this justice?

Heidi Sands

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Eileen Manassian October 15, 2016 at 5:07 PM Oh, Heidi...what a powerful write. What can bring back the life of loved ones lost....It was a horrific day. One's heart aches for all who lost their lives. I live in a part of the world where war is a constant. I've lived through war in Lebanon....now Syria is suffering. Unfortunately, it's always the innocent who pay for the crimes of the powers that be. Thanks for your visit to my work. Blessings. Heidi Sands October 15, 2016 at 5:36 PM Thank you! Be safe.