And all our prayers, on paper written
Nothing to say that we were any one
For people to remember. Just the dust
On our graves says we were there.
When the towers fell and children cried,
We died. You saw nothing on T,V,
You should feel ashamed, Robbed.
Your Grief stolen. Blood
Of the innocents to crown
A new king. But what rough beast
To steal a better poet's phrase.
Let's take on knowledge with that power,
And let the power fall