Open Poetry #15 |
America Awakes |
Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
When Americans die America's heart breaks. All traitors beware, The giant awakes. September eleven Will in history, be Worse than December 7 For vile infamy. In God and each other Americans trust. With a howl of reprisal, We rise from the dust. The deserts can't hide you, Your hills or your vales. Wherever you slither America trails. You brought your poison To our beloved land. It's your turn to tremble, Together we stand. You thought we were weak When we squabbled like brothers. We quickly unite When preyed on by others. An attack upon one An attack upon all. The UN's behind us To hasten your fall. It's no use to run There's no place you can hide. You sealed your own fate When Americans died. By Joyce 90/16/01 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I noted with great sadness a thought that I am sure did not cross my mind alone - after Pearl Harbor, most of America had to rely on witnesses' first hand accountings of how bad the attack on Pearl Harbor really was. Those in the United States relied only on words to envision in their mind the brutality of the attack by Japan. Not so with this invasion. No media crew or cinemascopic artist will ever be able to recreate the horror that was witnessed first hand this most terrible of times. And I would not want them to do so. I have seen enough to last me a lifetime, and then some. Thank you for this, Joyce. As you said, the poems will NOT cease... |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Joyce: Well stated and I'm sure most of us feel this way. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent expression, Joyce. Excellent. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Joyce~ THANK YOU~ 'The deserts can't hide you, Your hills or your vales. Wherever you slither America trails. You brought your poison To our beloved land. It's your turn to tremble, Together we stand.' And the hunter becomes the hunted ! Let it be so ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nice Joyce...James |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Very poignant ...strong emotions stated clearly Joyce. Best wishes, /Kit |
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