An American StandsA Poem by Spoken
Bombs are falling like spit from their lips
And though I lay amidst the rubble
Still I breath
With every gasp I defy them
Fists clenched tight for my right
To exist
Towers may crumble
War machines may rumble
In the distant hills
But I exhale
And blow them down
With my will to live
They are coming
With their destruction
And their kamikaze rhetoric
To infect a nation
to populate hate
multiplying fears
Yet here I stand
Atop the towers I can still see
Screaming across the seas
“You can’t kill a dream”
“You can’t kill a dream”
© 2008 SpokenReviews
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4 Reviews Added on December 19, 2008 Last Updated on December 19, 2008 AuthorSpokenToto, KSAboutI am.. never the same. I am.. {fill in the blank} I am.. ! I am.. ? I could talk to you for hours about me.... and you'd walk away stratching your head. SOMETIMES YOU JUST .. more..Writing
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