" ... while we, who have learned N O T H I N G, watch life go on ..."
... When they imploded the Murrah building, I felt the shockwaves all the way from there to here, in my heart. It stopped for a beat; for one brief moment, I felt what they felt. But, unlike theirs, my world continued on.
When the Twin Towers and the Pentagon were hit, I felt the devastation all the way from there to here, in my heart. It stopped for a beat. It stopped again when the Towers fell. But my world continued on.
When the hurricanes stormed the Gulf Coast in an unrelenting tide of horror, I felt the flood all the way from there to here, in my heart. It stopped for a moment; their world stopped forever; meanwhile, mine went on.
When bright students were cut down in hallowed halls of learning, I felt the pain all the way from there to here, in my heart. Mine stopped for a moment; their lesson plan, over ... we, who have learned N O T H I N G, watch life go on.
How do we get through living in this crazy world, for me the answer is in serving the Lord. I know the same is true for you as well, keep writing and be blessed
God Bless
Michelle~
I can only agree with dear old Andy here....we have to go on...but will never forget the horror!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Kathryn Collins (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2007
Karla:
I don't think humanity can ever learn, only we who see and are abhorred my change our rules to prevent such occurrences. You poem is well written - we are allowed to go on. Why us and not others? Who is to say.
love,
Kathy
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2007
Hopefully our hearts have learned to cherish our loved ones more each day and make each moment special for it my be the last special moment we have with them. If others can learn this from tragedies such as these that would not only be something, it would be everything. Lady J
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2007
It is sad, very sad, but we do have to march on, you have such a caring and tender heart...
I have enjoyed the reading of "All The Way From There To Here". Its poemization and contents give it a dynamo to develop thoughts on the ways of our society. A poetic task performed in wise pulsation of a heart that pumps knowledge.
Karla the sad reality of all of these tragic events is that we become a little more cold with each one, whether we intentionally want to or not we become more accepting and though we mourn we break out our smiles and in a few days we put the hurt and the pain in a locked place within our hearts and survive because it is what we have to do...
Really Karla, that's the truth, we hadn't learn nothing.
But to be fair, those that should had looking after so that Columbine will never happen againg were sleeping in the history time, because it did happened after many weeks of danger signals and complacence.
FBI took a couple of days prior to the shooting to "evaluate" the information received.
The local cops took the "firecrackers" as a "domestic dispute", nothing to get the underpant twisted for.
Concern were raised and everybody passed the bucket.
The studens and teachers died because the ones responsible for make it unlikely (if not impossible) a Columbine or West Nickel Mine repetition didn't learn the lesson.
Yes, the world continues its relentless forward pushing, regardless of those that go under it.
Georg
Unfortunately your words speak truth and as we watch life move on and move past the tragedies of memories and yesterday's, sadly we will soon find ourselves feeling and watching and finding life stop for that small time as tragedy places it's foot upon our door...and again as you write...
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God Bless
Michelle~
Love Tinka
I don't think humanity can ever learn, only we who see and are abhorred my change our rules to prevent such occurrences. You poem is well written - we are allowed to go on. Why us and not others? Who is to say.
love,
Kathy
And I sadly wonder if we ever will.
I have enjoyed the reading of "All The Way From There To Here". Its poemization and contents give it a dynamo to develop thoughts on the ways of our society. A poetic task performed in wise pulsation of a heart that pumps knowledge.
In gratitude and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Fee
But to be fair, those that should had looking after so that Columbine will never happen againg were sleeping in the history time, because it did happened after many weeks of danger signals and complacence.
FBI took a couple of days prior to the shooting to "evaluate" the information received.
The local cops took the "firecrackers" as a "domestic dispute", nothing to get the underpant twisted for.
Concern were raised and everybody passed the bucket.
The studens and teachers died because the ones responsible for make it unlikely (if not impossible) a Columbine or West Nickel Mine repetition didn't learn the lesson.
Yes, the world continues its relentless forward pushing, regardless of those that go under it.
Georg
Your poem was haunting, and the power of its message I felt in my own heart.
Well written
Aurora Collins
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
How soon we forget...
Rusty
we, who have learned nothing, watch life go on.
exceptional poetry...