Circadian Poems

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Monday, September 11, 2006

Elegy

Elegy
By Brenda Braene


Close your eyes.
Smoke rising.
Screams of the dying.
Twisted metal.
Ripped lives.

Open your eyes.

OPEN YOUR EYES.

The pain coils and strikes
Day after day.
Year after year.
Ebbing and flowing
Like tides of tears.

Open your eyes.

OPEN YOUR EYES.

You weren’t there.
You are shocked
From a distance.
It’s not real
Because it’s not you.

Open your eyes.

OPEN YOUR EYES.

Everyone lost.
Everyone is
Responsible.
A few gained
Money and power.

Open your eyes.

OPEN YOUR EYES

Don’t accept
Lies fed as truth
By self-serving
Politicians
Along for the ride.

Open your eyes.

OPEN YOUR EYES.

Brenda Braene would like to thank her sisters, Beatrix and Bridget, for helping her talk out the poem. Brenda is a frequent contributor to Circadian Poems. Her blog is Poet Meets Muse, and she shares a website, The 3 Braenes, with her sisters.

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