Untold Survival
I feel the pain,
I see the shame
I hear the voices,
Calling those names
Names of those who suffered so,
Death loomed close, they did not know
Shockingly experiencing the terror of death
Life ended swiftly, Are anymore left?
Endless toil, hope mounting high,
Passionate will to save another life
Alas my friend, there is no sound
Zero silence surounds the ground
Agonizing hearts shred to tears,
How could this be, after all these years
Years of freedom calm and peace of mind,
snatched by the heinous hands of crime
Despite the loss we will stand strong
Expectations of battles to be won
America, America, the land of the brave
We will not bow or become your slaves!
Copyright © Nedra F. Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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