Our Lady has seen many things; the poor, the oppressed, the "huddled masses yearning to breathe free." Now she has seen another sight ... the desecration of her borders by evil.
How would she feel if she were real?
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life - Attack on America Poems
The Day I Saw My Lady Cry
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She stood there with her torch held high To watch planes falling from the sky As silver bullets ripped apart The center of her loving heart With disregard for sanity In senseless act of lunacy She saw her children fall and die The day I saw my lady cry. I LIFT MY LAMP ... so reads her plaque Just miles from terrorist attack Her open doors now violated By pure evil orchestrated Hounds of Hell have been released And Good must rise to kill the Beast. I saw her head droop, shaking "Why?" The day I saw my lady cry. Her tears will bring on bitter rain Unleashing winds of hurricane To circle globe in whirlwind force Uncover evil at its source Then seek exacting recompense From those who prey on innocents. They'll not forget, as time goes by, The day they made my lady cry. |
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