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I'd like share a poem that my brother, Gabriel wrote, the day after 9/11.
Simply because this day is the anniversary of a very tragic event.
God bless.
Voice From a Statue
My heart is broken
The blood of my countrymen flows through the streets,
Let my Statue stand above them In Memoriam.
I asked not for the blood of Innocents, of Children,
I asked not for the blood of the Heroes of New York, of Pilots and Passengers
Your blood is sacrament, baptizing my homeland,
Your blood is a plea to our God for Justice,
Your blood is an apology to those of whom we have demanded restraint,
It is the blood of Patriots and Martyrs.
I asked not for this bittersweet gift, though it gives me life.
I ask for the blood of Satan's Cowards.
May your food be savorless, your nights sleepless,
May your seed be barren and your lives short.
I will find you, and I will have your blood.
I will spill it upon the scales of justice,
I will spill it upon your homeland and mine,
Your blood will mingle with the tears I weep for my countrymen,
It will mingle with the dust, and the wreckage.
Your blood will make me stronger.
Your blood will fuel my torch.
I am not the Red Cross, I am righteous anger
I am Liberty, and I cry out for blood.
- Liberty's Ghost
Sept. 12, 2001
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I'd like share a poem that my brother, Gabriel wrote, the day after 9/11.
Simply because this day is the anniversary of a very tragic event.
God bless.
Voice From a Statue
My heart is broken
The blood of my countrymen flows through the streets,
Let my Statue stand above them In Memoriam.
I asked not for the blood of Innocents, of Children,
I asked not for the blood of the Heroes of New York, of Pilots and Passengers
Your blood is sacrament, baptizing my homeland,
Your blood is a plea to our God for Justice,
Your blood is an apology to those of whom we have demanded restraint,
It is the blood of Patriots and Martyrs.
I asked not for this bittersweet gift, though it gives me life.
I ask for the blood of Satan's Cowards.
May your food be savorless, your nights sleepless,
May your seed be barren and your lives short.
I will find you, and I will have your blood.
I will spill it upon the scales of justice,
I will spill it upon your homeland and mine,
Your blood will mingle with the tears I weep for my countrymen,
It will mingle with the dust, and the wreckage.
Your blood will make me stronger.
Your blood will fuel my torch.
I am not the Red Cross, I am righteous anger
I am Liberty, and I cry out for blood.
- Liberty's Ghost
Sept. 12, 2001
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