Tonight I was reading some of my old journals. I was flipping through the pages, when I saw a poem I had written a long time ago about 9/11. Since tomorrow is the 11th, I thought it was kind of a coincidence.
Oh glory be,
On the battered streets
Of collapsed buildings
and ashened trees.
'Cause airplanes flew like
Run-away kites;
Smoke so thick like
blackened night.
But glory be,
for love prevails.
Through the hate
and through the jails
of our hears, without the
keys.
But Mama said, "oh glory be"
And one day God will
set us free.
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