Rising Son

March 10, 2008
By Lauren Mitchell, Clarkston, MI

It was a day like any other;
people walking about,
vendors pushing carts in the street,
amid the melodious laughter of children.

alarms sound in the distance,
ears begin to ring.
Legs run in all directions.

A tear drop from Heaven
plummets to the ground
and splashes upon the city.

For a moment,
there was silence.

without their mothers,
charred homes
silently burning,
singed corpses,
where cloth and flesh
became one.
The earth is scorched.
The sun is dim.
A nation weeps.

A world away,
people rejoice
and run through the streets
waving their flags,
honking their horns.
But here,
it is different,
as He is crying.

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on Dec. 17 2008 at 1:36 am
wow you have such a talent

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