Thursday, December 4, 2008

Wandering thoughts

United we stand, divided we fall…

Yet another lie to rest us all

False pretenses, hidden facades

Heroes found amongst unknown faces


Stories live, as the fires burn

Millions watch unconcerned

The press hums to the beat

As the unclaimed lay on the street


Jarred lives, riddled with bullet holes

Breaking families remain un-consoled

Homage paid, candles lit

Forgotten dead, mere graves to dig


In fear we all run and hide

An effort to avoid that sad demise

Far from that burning train

Away from that shady lane


Sad still remains the fact

Death always finds its way back

Still fear they choose over a fight

To die as victims not warriors bright