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