Conceived in hate, birthed in terror,
thousands died; everyday ordered lives
tumbled down, disintegrating
into corruption-tainted shards leaving
only sorrow-storms, hollowed hearts
and shattered trust
2 billion watched this Nation’s
innocence destroyed; bore witness
while our tattered dreams fell
amongst the smoke and rubble,
now haunted by the never-to-be forgotten;
co-joined survivors living the aftermath
Hope is the Thing With Thorns: A New Year’s Reflection
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* “Hope’ is the thing with feathers –*
*That perches in the soul –*
*And sings the song without the tune –*
*And never stops – at all –*
—Emily Dickin...
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