9-11-01

Discussion in 'Seasoned Tokers' started by smokinokie, Sep 12, 2002.

  1. I've wept for those who suffer long,
    But how I weep for those who've gone,
    Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong.
    But keep on killing.

    It's in the soul to feel such things,
    But weak to watch without speaking,
    Oh, what mercy sadness brings,
    If God be willing.

    There is a train that's headed straight ,
    To Heaven's Gate,
    And on the way,
    child and man and woman wait,
    For redemption day.


    Fire rages in the streets,
    And swallows everything it meets,
    It's just an image often seen,
    On television.

    Come leaders, you men of great.
    Let us hear you pontificate.
    Your many virtues laid to waste,
    And we aren't listening.

    What do you have for us today,
    Throw us a bone, but save the plate,
    On why we waited 'til so late,
    Was there no oil to excavate?
    No riches in trade for the fate,
    Of every person who died in hate,
    Throw us a bone, you men of great.



    There is a train that's headed straight ,
    To Heaven's Gate,
    And on the way,
    child and man and woman wait,
    For redemption day.


    It's buried in the countryside,
    It's exploding in the shells of night,
    It's everywhere a baby cries,



    Freedom.


    *Sheryl Crow*



    Heard it this morning right before a memorial service I went to. Ran chills down my spine.
     
  2. That is a great poem. I wish our fearless leaders would wake up and realise. That will never happen.


    Prayers for the lost life.
     

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