4/27/11

Never forget, thatis what's inscribed

A day that was so very hard to describe.

A day of greif and loss for many in our town,

A night were more than rain came down.

For me it was more,

A goal to shoot for.

If only they hard just a little more time,

They may still be living a life, similar to mine.

So today the rubble still remains,

In a land full of gray.

As I lie here thinking till I float away.

I was mad at the world,

For their lack of sincerity.

Mad at the government,

For all of their complacincy.

Mad at my city,

For not thinking things through.

Mad at myself,

For reasons nobody knew.

I was mad for being too young.

And knowing, understanding all their pain.

But my teachers just couldn't be blunt,

So all my efforts where in vain.

So that day is forever ingraved,

In the streets, in the bays.

A day where I was merely six years old,

But knew more than what I was being told.

Now when I look back,

I knew what was coming.

Maybe if I used more tact?

Would they have stopped humming,

Ignoring my warnings,

As if they were nothing?