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Reactionary action
is what we are reduced to,
Our pride and strength flung about,
Shadows of what had been.
The horror which embodies
the first young hours of the morn,
People jump to certain doom,
Given no chance to choose.
Everything is falling -
life changing - destiny calling.
Where to go? What to be done?
Our answers spell our fate.
The Rubble - what is left
of the frameworks we are used to;
Scattering lost ghosts' tales out,
Files flutter in the wind.
The People - who embody everything
this Union stands for,
See our pride and strength exhumed,
Determined not to lose
All Americans have died for
since that first proud tolling
when the freedom bells were rung,
Which ring out now for our
Innocents lost.
***
Reactionary action
is what we are reduced to,
Our pride and strength flung about,
Shadows of what had been.
The horror which embodies
the first young hours of the morn,
People jump to certain doom,
Given no chance to choose.
Everything is falling -
life changing - destiny calling.
Where to go? What to be done?
Our answers spell our fate.
The Rubble - what is left
of the frameworks we are used to;
Scattering lost ghosts' tales out,
Files flutter in the wind.
The People - who embody everything
this Union stands for,
See our pride and strength exhumed,
Determined not to lose
All Americans have died for
since that first proud tolling
when the freedom bells were rung,
Which ring out now for our
Innocents lost.
***
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