we went, that day
to your house,
with food and drink
gifts wrapped in bright paper
it was a day of celebration
all day we would remind you
that fifty was just a number
we spent, that day
gathered together on
couches and armchairs
watching the world change
as planes became weapons
and buildings became like trees
falling in a forest, peoplee became
ghost and ether on the winds
we wept, that day
for those lost
on the other side
of the world
we wept, that day
for those left behind
we wept, we weep still
when we think of the atrocities
that mankind can do in the name of gods
we left, that day
with food uneaten
presents still wrapped
heartsore and sorry
images of horror imprinted
praying for succour
we send our thoughts
out each year to those
who have suffered
to those whose family
names are remembered
with bell chimes and prayers
it was, meant to be such a wonderful day
when we went that day to celebrate your fifty years
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
we went, that day
to your house,
with food and drink
gifts wrapped in bright paper
it was a day of celebration
all day we would remind you
that fifty was just a number
we spent, that day
gathered together on
couches and armchairs
watching the world change
as planes became weapons
and buildings became like trees
falling in a forest, peoplee became
ghost and ether on the winds
we wept, that day
for those lost
on the other side
of the world
we wept, that day
for those left behind
we wept, we weep still
when we think of the atrocities
that mankind can do in the name of gods
we left, that day
with food uneaten
presents still wrapped
heartsore and sorry
images of horror imprinted
praying for succour
we send our thoughts
out each year to those
who have suffered
to those whose family
names are remembered
with bell chimes and prayers
it was, meant to be such a wonderful day
when we went that day to celebrate your fifty years
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