Winged on sounds of death,
the horrible booming crashes;
The screams of tortured souls...
The mirror of peace is shattered;
The sun is darkened
By flame and rubble
And Death WALKS over America.
Oh, yes, we mourn and cry
For the terror which we see...
and then it all becomes
Put-away memory.
But the scar is there,
Like the Sphinx
Of pre-history time
Death stares in silence
Holding its secrets....
Will it come again?
NINE-ELEVEN....
Will Death stalk the scene
AGAIN?
question one
in many minds...
WHERE WAS GOD?
Right there ...My friend...
Picking up the souls
and crying with us...
THIS was NOT His PLAN,
He created MAN to love,
Peace was His AIM,
Joy for his Creation.
Pleasure, delight,
a wonder place...
We made the MESS.
It takes many muscles
to smile, to reach out
for LOVE and PEACE
walk hand in hand.
Friendship and Love
Is not Man,s plan...
Hate, terror, and rubble
is laid at his door...
God weeps...
THE world prays....
NEVERMORE.
NEVERMORE.
COLORADO ROSE