Whispered sorrows
come shockingly into
the ears of a
Commander-in-grief.
In Congressional halls,
and Senate chambers
they passed fervently
in polite undertones,
behind quivering hands,
They paralyzed the souls
of parents left childless
by useless war.
They staggered gasping
from the many lips
parted in horror
at the towers falls.
They lie silenced
in American soil,
New York landfills,
and Iraqi sands,
long after the blood
has dried into
powdered dreams.
They are heard the loudest
in curtained booths
where chads are severed
like flesh to correct
the injustice that remains
remains!
They echo over Arlington,
Shanksville and the Pentagon,
but they are not heard
in the dark quarters
of the assassins,
only chuckles of delight
are shared there.
They will haunt us
long after the
whispered sorrows
are etched in history
as a scar never healed.
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