Nine, Eleven

The world cries from a grievance.
It's upon us again, the heavy burden of sadness, anger and confusion.
The wrath of political anger, racism, and unpredictable power has us bewildered, once again.
Together, America's soul, has been broken.
A tortured stranger with a vicious plan to erase our lives brings back countless tears to many.
A lonely stranger with no heart, no compassion, and no remorse has pulled the rug from under many.
A life we knew to be good and familiar.
Do we just act like nothing ever happened?
Like our past can disappear without a trace?
Innocent victims perished from naive mistakes.
We ask, "Why?" a million times over.
Not all the apologies in the universe will ever make this right.
It can't bring back our father's, our mother's, our children, our sister's, our brother's, our relatives, our friends.
We are owed a debt that can never be repaid.
It leaves a deep, deep void.
It can never be filled.
The world will never feel heal.
The scars are just too real.
The pain will never cease.
It always breathes, it's alive and well.
Not all the kind words in the universe can ever make it feel right.
For we long to be with our loved ones.
For we miss our loved ones.
We ache, we cry, we die inside.
Bring them back, we plead!
Bring them back!
In this selfish world of little Gods, vengeance comes with a price.
We feel the need to even the score to instant gratification.
it takes the lives of many.
Selfish destinies, a born catastrophe.
Those we trust, betray us and those we hate, come before us.
Not all the reasoning in the universe will make it justifiable.
In a world, where most are for themselves, have no conscience.
Greed is the fuel that feeds the souls of some.
Loss is what we suffer at the expense of creed.
When all chaos comes together, it is strong.
Too strong, for even you and me.
We are left with nothing but to surrender.
So it shall be.
But our hearts never stop believing.
Let the memories of the grieving many, unite as one.
We have no bombs, no extravagant guns, no piles of money, and no political stance to boast.
All we have is our love, our hope, our homes, and our memories.
Let the laughter of our lost loved ones bring some peace.
Let the happiness of after-life bring some hope.
Let the burning hearts of our heroes ablaze fiercely for all to see.
Let it melt the guilty hearts of the cold ones.
It is too strong for the world to stand.
It is too powerful for you and me.
It is too powerful for the powerful.
It is what we need to breed.
The blinding ray of flawless light.
For through our loss, change will grow.
Love and peace will come to blossom.
It is through great suffering, we will become well.
We can unite in relation, to become a mushroom cloud.
Heads held high and hands interwoven, we stand.
An atom of positive energy, greater than any pointless war.
Loving memories are born again.
Our lost loved ones hear us.
They were never lost.
We are the lost ones.
We are all together.
All is not lost.

Written by:  Jocelyn Yazzie