The Big Apple
Endured pain and sadness
In the day we thought our world was peaceful and safe
We never knew that cries was on the way to pain us
It sting us like a swarm gnats, with little tears falling down it eyes
It eyes were vague, yet we saw tears dripping down it cheeks
Nothing came be explain, but the pain was clearly seen by the world
Parents, family members, husbands, and children; were mourning for their lost.
The irony of this all, is waking up in the morning, going to work or tour, and never have to return to your beloved home again.
We pray for those who died, and those who survived this thing we call aggression.
We pray they have a good resting home, up above. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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Beautiful poem... and awesome writer you are.. 
