Scribble 1:
[in the wake of NY and for WTC…]
The tear rolls down from buildings..
Mothers walk from it lashing out
Pull down those buildings, raise it from the ashes.
Wake up my children, there’s a mornin yonder after the dash.
The blood runs wet through the streets.
The children walk through the nights..
Its time you take them in your arms
For weary and tired, fighting the claws of the nights..
O’child of mine…
Rest awhile for the flowers bloom for thee..
For they will carry thy fragrance
long after the world’s forgotten thee..
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