#unitedwestand - Hello Poetry

I was in sixth grade. I was sitting at the lunch table with my friends, just talking amongst ourselves. It seemed to be just like any other day, until I heard student after student being called to the office for "early dismissal." My sister and I, and my best friend were three of the very few who did not get dismissed that day. What happened between then and when I got home is a blur. I can remember not knowing what was going on; I can remember being so confused; I can remember the tears in my mother's eyes as she watched the news. I can very, very clearly remember watching the T.V. that night after dinner, and feeling an overwhelming sense Of loss. I was ten years old, but I can remember tragically watching our buildings burn. I remember seeing people jumping out of buildings and falling to their deaths. I remember the clouds of smoke that hung so heavy in the air and that you could barely see anything but rubble and turmoil and death. But it was that day at such a young age, I would learn: We are The United States of America and we proved on that day That "United We Stand" is not just a phrase that our country throws around lightly. The men and women that were at Ground Zero that day and the months that would follow will forever remain Unsung Heroes in the hearts of every single American that was alive on September 11th, 2001, and the generations to come forever. Where were you, when the world stopped turning?

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Sep 11, 2015

Sep 11, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC

amandamarion

Where Were You

I was in sixth grade. I was sitting at the lunch table with my friends, just talking amongst ourselves. It seemed to be just like any other day, until I heard student after student being called to the office for "early dismissal." My sister and I, and my best friend were three of the very few who did not get dismissed that day. What happened between then and when I got home is a blur. I can remember not knowing what was going on; I can remember being so confused; I can remember the tears in my mother's eyes as she watched the news. I can very, very clearly remember watching the T.V. that night after dinner, and feeling an overwhelming sense Of loss. I was ten years old, but I can remember tragically watching our buildings burn. I remember seeing people jumping out of buildings and falling to their deaths. I remember the clouds of smoke that hung so heavy in the air and that you could barely see anything but rubble and turmoil and death. But it was that day at such a young age, I would learn: We are The United States of America and we proved on that day That "United We Stand" is not just a phrase that our country throws around lightly. The men and women that were at Ground Zero that day and the months that would follow will forever remain Unsung Heroes in the hearts of every single American that was alive on September 11th, 2001, and the generations to come forever. Where were you, when the world stopped turning?

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A innocent who earns bread for his family, Was killed very ruthlessly.. A sweet home he took years to build, Was burnt and people inside were left to be grilled.. His child waiting for him school eagerly, Had no idea that he was just orphaned and his home s burnt to ashes.. Even pregnant and old women were not spared, God, How can they be so cruel and coward.. Young girls were ***** and slayed, Oh man, to the lowest of low u have reduced.. I don't know If they were Christians or Muslims or Hindus, But yes for sure, they were humans.. Oh man did you really do this to humanity, JUST BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT FROM YOUR COMMUNITY!!? By all this, do you think you can spread your religion, Or you think you can build strong nation.. Stop this hypocrisy and have some courtesy.. Enough is enough, at least now, Let's stop fighting in the name of religion, Let's get rid of all this division.. Evil to an evil was never a solution, Let's take forgiveness and kindness into consideration.. Friends, stop spreading hatred, Let's be united and not get divided.. "Let's TOGETHER build a strong nation and a society based on values." #UnitedWeStand

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC

mohammed-aqheel

JUST BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT FROM YOUR COMMUNITY !!?

A innocent who earns bread for his family, Was killed very ruthlessly.. A sweet home he took years to build, Was burnt and people inside were left to be grilled.. His child waiting for him school eagerly, Had no idea that he was just orphaned and his home s burnt to ashes.. Even pregnant and old women were not spared, God, How can they be so cruel and coward.. Young girls were ***** and slayed, Oh man, to the lowest of low u have reduced.. I don't know If they were Christians or Muslims or Hindus, But yes for sure, they were humans.. Oh man did you really do this to humanity, JUST BECAUSE THEY WERE NOT FROM YOUR COMMUNITY!!? By all this, do you think you can spread your religion, Or you think you can build strong nation.. Stop this hypocrisy and have some courtesy.. Enough is enough, at least now, Let's stop fighting in the name of religion, Let's get rid of all this division.. Evil to an evil was never a solution, Let's take forgiveness and kindness into consideration.. Friends, stop spreading hatred, Let's be united and not get divided.. "Let's TOGETHER build a strong nation and a society based on values." #UnitedWeStand

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So I scuttled up, until I found a voice like Japan, I read him his rights, turned out the lights, and laid right back on the sand. They said, "Sir, he was much of a father to me, but we were labeled his kin, right in our family tree." "Oh wow", I said, with a gentle, smooth voice, he went missing last August, but now he wants back you boys?" "Oh yes, he sure is a feral man. We think that's why he dried up and flew to Japan." Right then, the two of them went silent just like two second story men, so I inquired, "What happened then?" "From Monday thru Sunday he took to prayer from the bible, and on every other weeknight he watched Japan's Top Model. He threw gallant parties to a harem of wives, he read each of their palms, and looked in their eyes; some time later, when everyone was about to leave, he'd turn on Happy End and start a wild **** By this time I was tired, the sun began to set, I grew tired of my beach patch and yearned for my bed. Although soporific, I tried to be polite, I said, "Let's finish this conversation some other time." "Of course!", they said, "We're off to bed. We'll see that you'll do the same." Then they stood up quick, and reached down and picked up my chains. The beach we laid on was black top, asphalt and tar, the bed I craved was behind a row of private bars. The two of them, them both, were children of mine, because my memory is shot, this might've been their millionth time. i got locked up in a county that's dry as a beach, like Elizabethtown, Kentucky, where I was raised till 13. No one, not even the warden, knows really why I'm here, even some man from Cell Block Five, asked me last Sunday, why was I here. My beach perhaps, it's love at last, concrete, gravel, and stone- a 6' x 10' room with bars and a porcelain throne. It's mine I cry, each night I die, with glee, with smile, with rite. But it makes the other guys run at me, and try to start random fights. I don't remember the boat I took, but I remember the tour, going to Japan at Epcot Center since I'd never gone before.

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May 11, 2014

May 11, 2014 at 3:30 AM UTC

martin-narrod

Japan: My Love For Sinoia Caves

So I scuttled up, until I found a voice like Japan, I read him his rights, turned out the lights, and laid right back on the sand. They said, "Sir, he was much of a father to me, but we were labeled his kin, right in our family tree." "Oh wow", I said, with a gentle, smooth voice, he went missing last August, but now he wants back you boys?" "Oh yes, he sure is a feral man. We think that's why he dried up and flew to Japan." Right then, the two of them went silent just like two second story men, so I inquired, "What happened then?" "From Monday thru Sunday he took to prayer from the bible, and on every other weeknight he watched Japan's Top Model. He threw gallant parties to a harem of wives, he read each of their palms, and looked in their eyes; some time later, when everyone was about to leave, he'd turn on Happy End and start a wild **** By this time I was tired, the sun began to set, I grew tired of my beach patch and yearned for my bed. Although soporific, I tried to be polite, I said, "Let's finish this conversation some other time." "Of course!", they said, "We're off to bed. We'll see that you'll do the same." Then they stood up quick, and reached down and picked up my chains. The beach we laid on was black top, asphalt and tar, the bed I craved was behind a row of private bars. The two of them, them both, were children of mine, because my memory is shot, this might've been their millionth time. i got locked up in a county that's dry as a beach, like Elizabethtown, Kentucky, where I was raised till 13. No one, not even the warden, knows really why I'm here, even some man from Cell Block Five, asked me last Sunday, why was I here. My beach perhaps, it's love at last, concrete, gravel, and stone- a 6' x 10' room with bars and a porcelain throne. It's mine I cry, each night I die, with glee, with smile, with rite. But it makes the other guys run at me, and try to start random fights. I don't remember the boat I took, but I remember the tour, going to Japan at Epcot Center since I'd never gone before.

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