9/11/01: America
Rage.
Its blinds me now, and I can not see,
It burns within my chest as the tears well,
it blinds me, but I need not see...

Pain.
I have been wounded by blades most foul,
I Bleed in a slow wound that will not heal,
I bleed...I bleed untill the blood will drown me...

Vengence.
I will strike back, I will draw my sword,
I will wound them, for I have been wounded,
I will kill them, for my rage and pain demand it of me...

Remorse.
I will weep, when I see their men dying,
I will weep, when I see their nation crying,
I will weep, when I hear my own self sighing,

I will weep, and I will upon my bed lying,

I will weep, the wounded man not dying,
I have killed the men who were trying,
To kill me...

but my rage is all I see.
In the morning I will awaken, and bury him. I will
pour my blood upon the ground, and till the field as I have.

I will heal

But I will not forget.
Written By:Jeremiah