DUSTA Poem by CarlDust of a generation Settling in the street Dust of a nation Now under my feet Dust of a thousand people Getting in my eyes Dust of America Now on my shoe lies Dust of that dreadful day Getting everywhere In your face on your clothes In your lungs and hair Dust of that fateful morn Descending like a shroud Dust of America Rising like a cloud Dust is on the store fronts Dust in the sidewalks Dust is all over us In our minds and thoughts Dust has covered everything Everywhere it's thick The claustrophobic dust cloud Is making me feel sick Dust is in the papers Making the morning news Dust is in Liberty Street And in the filled church pews Dust is in the Nation As her people start to pray That the dust of 9/11 Might somehow blow away © 2008 CarlReviews
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6 Reviews Added on March 27, 2008 AuthorCarlQuality Street - EnglandAboutHi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..Writing
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