A day of heros and cowards and tears,
not about a nation nor a religion,
but the right to live free.
Free of fear, free of oppression, free to simply be.
Fire, smoke and twisted metal,
images embedded in our minds,
embedded in our hearts,
embedded in our souls.
All are now united,
in disbelief, in tears and in grief.
Labels: Poetry
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