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People of peace walk gently People of strength never be stilled Abundance awaits those with courage RW Dennen- Stay out of Iraq the spirits pleaded... Eyes wide opened, boots and shoes lined up in order in almost perfect straight lines in Philadelphia July 2005 Symbolic death shoes of civilians out of synchronization in a war of soldiers Under a small tree meticulously placed we're children's shoes in a perfect solid circle I read o months of age on tags I read 8 years old on tags I read 12 years old on tags And on and on the children's lists grew, as wisdom must have waned and common decency was once cherished These shoes and boots sadly became the dimishment of human beings, horizontal and vertical rectangular snapshots of once smiling faces all in the name of war, they vanished all too soon And I saw running tears and tears being held back and I felt lumpy throat feelings in unison with the rest but in cemetery silence Touching deep feelings so overwhelming is to touch a false bent flower and flowers and pictures of deceased soldiers and civilians and letters once presented at doorways throughout America America cried its sadness and disbelief, the vanished breathers of life giving air, Our sons, our daughters, Our mothers, our fathers, Our sisters, our brothers, Our relatives, Our close friends, All perished, like a vampire that ***** away the life blood of the once innocent I noticed mostly tourists coming in droves from Market Street towards us volunteers who were located adjacent to the visitor's center side entrance as silence like before still prevailed And like before the atmosphere prevailed even stronger as these boots and shoes became tombstones And tender hearts became tombstones broken into small pieces Passions never changed into loud speech And the green turf rolled down towards the sidewalk like a green carpet holding all those boots and shoes like a quilt interwoven with boot and civilian shoe memories about days that should never happen again...
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Boots and Shoes
People of peace walk gently People of strength never be stilled Abundance awaits those with courage RW Dennen- Stay out of Iraq the spirits pleaded... Eyes wide opened, boots and shoes lined up in order in almost perfect straight lines in Philadelphia July 2005 Symbolic death shoes of civilians out of synchronization in a war of soldiers Under a small tree meticulously placed we're children's shoes in a perfect solid circle I read o months of age on tags I read 8 years old on tags I read 12 years old on tags And on and on the children's lists grew, as wisdom must have waned and common decency was once cherished These shoes and boots sadly became the dimishment of human beings, horizontal and vertical rectangular snapshots of once smiling faces all in the name of war, they vanished all too soon And I saw running tears and tears being held back and I felt lumpy throat feelings in unison with the rest but in cemetery silence Touching deep feelings so overwhelming is to touch a false bent flower and flowers and pictures of deceased soldiers and civilians and letters once presented at doorways throughout America America cried its sadness and disbelief, the vanished breathers of life giving air, Our sons, our daughters, Our mothers, our fathers, Our sisters, our brothers, Our relatives, Our close friends, All perished, like a vampire that ***** away the life blood of the once innocent I noticed mostly tourists coming in droves from Market Street towards us volunteers who were located adjacent to the visitor's center side entrance as silence like before still prevailed And like before the atmosphere prevailed even stronger as these boots and shoes became tombstones And tender hearts became tombstones broken into small pieces Passions never changed into loud speech And the green turf rolled down towards the sidewalk like a green carpet holding all those boots and shoes like a quilt interwoven with boot and civilian shoe memories about days that should never happen again...
A heart rendering experience and what the 'Bush Regime brought about'
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
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