the void

Listen to the sirens, hear the voices screaming,
Souls are soaring through the air and on a river streaming...
We have no other duties, no other pressing plans,
But to lie among the stars, and dream of Peace in this land...

Left alone in the aftermath, lies calm the stillborn sea.

Crying out for an answer,

The echo elates--

Peace is still the key.

Feel the searing flames of Hell; the Innocent falls into death,
Even she has lost her maternal right, to feel her baby's breath...
Still we have no other duties, no other pressing plans,
Yet we sit at home and drift away, from what we cannot stand.

What do they see, but a red way to stop the night?

Their way is nothing more than War—kill to keep the moon from rising

On a blood lit winter's eve.

Open your eyes, the sun has set and peace is not over yonder.

The horizon brings more bloodshed; 'this is how it must be'.

But listen to the voices of the dead—

How forsaken they must feel.

Peace is not upon us.

Death is all he sees.

The emptiness you feel inside is the Void they tried to fill,

But this task is too menial for a man

Who sends children into War.

In remembrance of the victims of 9.11

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