Looking into the eyes
Of the children
Who lost their parents
And of the children
Who lost themselves
Looking into the eyes
Of people sleeping
Safe and sound
And some people
Just waiting to be found
Looking into the eyes
Of Bin Laden's friends
Like the eyes
Of darkness
That never ends
Looking into the eyes
Of a country torn apart
And looking into the eyes
Of a half-broken heart
Looking into the eyes
Of two towers
As they fall down
Looking into the eyes
Of two big holes in the ground
Looking into the eyes
Of brave people
Up in heaven
Forever looking into the eyes
Of September eleven
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Poetry for a Thought
Poetry"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [Cover made by @AN_almightydreamer ]
