Posted on 09/11/2001 10:58:01 AM PDT by Hostage
Clouds of Chaos
From slumber to clouds of chaos,
forsaking speech,
our enemy returns to occupy our day.
The flying souls of morning sky,
with our birds screeching in horror,
convolve in reluctant embrace,
as tyrants glee at cadavers of twins.
Buried friends of our history,
their hands pierce the soil of coming Autumn,
signaling an awakening in Manassas,
pointing to tyrants who dance with terror.
Abandoned purposes,
rusting in elder souls,
helplessly taking stock,
oh why and what,
scattered dry husks of freedom,
cast aside a carousel of rage and shock.
Foolishness exposed,
our frivolity ends,
we shall be reconciled to liberty,
and to our borders.
- Hostage
September 11, 2001
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