Weep in the rain.

Despair

The  rain  falls, the  bitter  tears of what we have lost

We have  the  world  at  our  finger  tips  but at  what cost.

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  hope that has  been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

 

Frightened  girls  covered in  lover’s blood,  husbands  holding  dying  wives

Bullets  flying, people dying. Smell of blood and  fear. Shattered bodies shattered lives.

All in  the name of  a faith. Terror, evil , fear  and  hate

We have  learned  nothing  ………. Now  I  fear  it is  too late.

 

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  hope thats been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

Bombs to bodies strapped, terrified  people  trapped will they live or die

I look these  evil  deeds done in  the name of  religion and I cry.

 

Drive  by  a  restaurant, people relaxing. They fire  at  random

Blood on  the pavement  futures, promises  and  hope  all gone.

Weep in  the  rain, weep  for  the  the hope  thats been  killed

Weep  for  the innocents  on  Friday  13th their  blood  was  spilled.

Terror

 

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Indescribable.Acrostic.

LindaGHill said: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “indescribable.”  Use the actual word in your post or just base your post on something that defies description. My suggestion on this one; think about something that you’re passionate about and just start writing. 

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Last  nights horror  in Paris  prompted  me  to  write  this

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It cannot  be happening  again

No man  should  cause  his  fellow  this pain

Does no one  learn  from  what has  gone before

Each not  caring  for  the other, in  the  name of  a  god making war.

“Soldiers”  they call  themselves dressed in  bomb concealing  clothes

Carrying   machine  guns to  shoot innocents  they  do not  know.

Ruining the  ordinary  and  the  sane  and  all in  a prophets name.

In a  second  the  night  was  blown  apart

Bombs  and  bullets  opening up  rivers of  blood at Paris’s heart

Allah would  not  really  want  all those lives  torn  apart

But man  has taken  his  words  and used  them  for his gain

Lost  the  meaning in translation  time  and time  again.

Evil it  seems  is on  the rise  with war  and hate its goal  and prize.

Le Coeur de Paris

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Remember the living too.

I know I have already written a poem on this subject this month. So much has been said and written on this 10th Anniversary that I feel I need to say some more. I hope you will indulge me.

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They could of not of known when they woke up how they their day would pan out. They had no idea that their life would never be the same .Their world simple, no longer safe and with no doubt.

They all boarded the plane, the train, the bus the car some even walked. They all followed the pattern of life they could not know what was to be. They greeted the news vender, bought coffee met friends, talked.

Arriving at the airport, the fire station, the precinct building,the hospital or paramedic  station,  the office whatever or they waived them off before taking the kids to school, all for the last time ever.

They knew they were different they had planned this for months, they knew exactly what they wanted to do. They wanted to kill they were not like the others that morning. They were not like me or you.

2,752 souls

It all started out so ordinarily boring even nothing different or new God knows what was in their minds as in to the targets their captors  flew. The people at work taken unaware those in the street stood mesmerized as they watch the ball of flame from which the black smoke rose.

The fire crews , police and paramedics were scramble and into action flew when the news came that there was another plane flying into the other tower, yes two!

Helicopters police and news crews where there trying to rescue a few but even if they could of reached the roof with all that smoke what could they do.

The day had been unremarkable when the air controllers watching over Washington’s  skies saw a plane on course for the Pentagon OH! God it happened in front of them death en route  before their very eyes.

184 souls

The people on the plane suffered the same as their fellow passengers in New York  not all of the souls on the ground perished thankfully some lived and walked. The dark and heat and the choking acrid smell must of been so terrifically shocking in fact it must of been like hell.

Who knows where the passengers on the fourth plane found the fortitude and the strength,with the crew they decided to fight back. They tried their very hardest to avert this evil hijack . They phoned friends and loved ones and told them all to be brave, then they all gave their lives for they wanted another city from an air crash to be saved

Both heros and hijackers all dead

They couldn’t of known what was before them when they all set forth on that morn . No one in the world would ever of thouht how a nations heart would be ripped and torn. We grieve for those on the aeroplanes we grieve for those on the ground we grieve for the keepsakes that were lost not all of them found.

Remember those souls today, carry your stories in your heart think of the innocents airborne and grounded their lives all blow apart .

Don’t forget as you think of them today the many, many heroes and heroines who found strength to help on that day. The police, firemen, paramedics who picked up illnesses  from the smoke debris and detritus that engulfed them , they could not get out of the way. The doctors and the nurses who worked like the others till they dropped on their feet and don’t forget the ordinary good souls who help they were minutes before passers by on the street.

So God Bless the Dead and their families we will never forget them, but spare a thought for your cities’ heroes and heroines some of them ill and suffering yet . God Bless the services of  Stonycreek  Township and Shanksville Pennsylvania  and Washington and New York. They all worked so hard and selflessly and that is what makes it so unfair, they, whilst working in the dust, metal spray and smoke clouds their lungs were damaged by the air.

So God Bless the living  make their suffering less, we will always remember you as you did your very best. And so to all the families I can not equate your loss , the secretaries and colleagues drinking buddies or the boss, it is the same for all of you let our thoughts and prayers help you carry on.

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