Lament to America

[John A Silkstone]

LAMENT TO AMERICA
By John A Silkstone

Death from high raining down
Concrete, glass and steel
Innocent taken one by one
Grief is what you feel.

The pond is wide between us
Yet we feel your sorrow and loss
Horrors imprinted on your brain
And the bearing of your cross.

Words cannot console you
In your nations hour of pain
When seeking out your enemy
Remember to be humane.

[IronFootedBstrd]

Excellent, John.

[Hollis]

Excellent, John.

Yes, well done and thank you.

H.

[Eagledriver]

Well said, John, and from us in the USA, thank you from our hearts.


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