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'No room for hate' by David Gould
response to our daughter being killed in the London Bombings of 7
There is no room within my heart
for revenge, fire or hate
there is no room within my mind
for any thoughts like these.
I cannot find the words to say
just how it is I feel
but I know from deepest hurt
I must forgiveness find.
The hurt thats been done to us
cuts sore like a knife,
but we must not, repay in kind
what has been done to us.
Instead we must try and find
the way that is so hard,
and reach out our loving hands
to find some friendship now.
There can be no more healing thing
than opening wide our eyes
and seeing that most other folk
are really just like us.
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A Healing Prayer
On that bleak day September eleven,
The Door To Peace Opens InwardI�ve lived in this house for forty years now,
Unable to experience what each room has to offer
When I wanted to be happy, the door to laughter would not open
When I wanted to be rich, the door to success was shut too
When I wanted to feel love, I�d knock, but no answer
So I was stuck in the room of self for a long time
Everyday I would venture out into the hall of hope
only to find these doors and many others still closed.
Then one day I ventured up the stairs of faith,
and came the door of Belief�
On the door was the following�
�When you seek happiness for yourself it will always elude you�
�When you seek Happiness for others, you will find it yourself�
So I pulled,
And lo & behold
The door opened!!
And the room was filled with Peace
I left that room a different Person,
No longer alone, nor scared
And downstairs I found a new life
All the doors would now easily open to welcome me in.
For they too opened inward,
And all I had to do was stop Pushing for me,
For my brothers and sisters of this world
who live in this house too!!!
911On 911, 911 got the call, 110 storeys about to fall.
110 more were told on that day, freedom was attacked when trust gave away.
The 9th of September, Two Thousand and One,
The 11th day of Terror surely had come.
1000's of tears fell from the sky to the ground
Zero, the pit, the Souls never found.
Two weapons of Mass Destruction attacked Liberty's Land,
911 to the rescue, Courage the Weapon in hand.
And at the same moment the destruction began,
Another story was told to the President of the land.
The one of the scapegoat that did get away,
In a child's book, on that fateful day.
And the Brave ones of Rescue were then Sacrificed Goats,
The very day of Death on their Helmets and Coats.
The Pillars of Freedom then turned into Dust
Bravery choked on Intelligence Trust.
There's always a Patsy, sometimes a Goat,
A Lone Gunman, a Bomber, with a weapon in his coat.
But now the Oval Office appears corrupted around.
Tycoons in the corners, can't make a sound.
Freedom no longer Freedom, The House no longer White.
The Capital in lowercase. No WMD's in sight.
Cause old Weapons of Mass Deception started a new War.
Not against Terrorism, But one slippery to the core.
More patriots dying, over Weapons that never was.
In a War about Oil, selfish because.
More Sons and Daughters dying, Sacrificed Goats
Will we ever find justice for the Helmets and Coats?
The Free World is losing Freedom, for oil in the Middle East
Put down your arms for Tycoons, lift up your arms for Peace?
Don't forget your Sons and Daughters, Don't? forget the Helmets and Coats.
Put Passion back in Power, No more sacrifice of Goats.
So will there still be Chads hanging, on the Christmas tree this year?
Will the choice be Skull? or Bones? Will the count be even fair?
The Answers should be simple, So obvious to see.
Uproot Little Bush and Twiggy, In the Land of Liberty.