The Sky, The Earth
Terror from terrorists, a ball of fire bursts out,
Dying, falling souls pitch into the Hereafter,
Helpless, others watch, fit with numb and dazed
Shrouds of sorrow.
The crushing burning death from above kills.
When one of us, of ours, dies by vent of hate,
All of us seem to die ln a concert of emotions,
A symphony of pain.
Yet still, as the stars on a night sky,
Fly over a field of blood and purity,
Stripes of glory, stars of hope,
And human hearts prevail.