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[aid] => Mick
[title] => The Roots Of Honor
[time] => 2003-07-18 00:45:00
[hometext] => this is a poem that i did after i watched some pretty nausiating stuff and heard about people getting away with rape and innocent people in jail!
[bodytext] => The roots of honor Where is the honor we hold in the stripes and the stars That tell us where we are from and who we are. How can we hold honor in the flag If we can’t mold our selves together as a nation. Justicity is what we fight for But how can we fight for justice if we Have innocent men in jail and guilty men walking the streets. Mothers murdering their children and fathers leaving them behind. Memories are forgotten and hero’s are left back in time. People that once mattered so much that held respect and honor Are now the people we are so terrified of . Children are no longer allowed outside in their own yard alone. Men kidnapping children from their homes and making Family members worry and wonder for their safety. Racism, discrimination, hatred, tragedy In the world only brings grief and deceite. The infamous day of September 11th should be a reason To be held together not only as a nation but as a world . We suffered heartache and loss While across the world people celebrated as if it were a holiday. Children left without a mother or a father. Family members shed tears together. Sisters that once hated each other are now the best of friends. Families torn apart and men and women Long for their spouse. Feuds between races and religions. Memories that were once happy turn cold Food once fresh starts to mold Suicide and depression is what we put our selves through. Girls once happy with who they were and who they are Are told they are not good enough by the people their own age. Everyone says get over it and move on with your life. As those young girls and boys move on with life You know it hurt deep down inside. Perfect teeth and perfect bodies and faces are what We see on television and magazines. I know its not real and no one is perfect but some people don’t Parents pushing their children too hard to the top Children crying in bed alone at night. Because they are hurting and no one is listening So can you look me in the eyes and tell me Are we one nation under god Or are we one nation torn apart under god, divisible, and injustice for all. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 6 [informant] => eternityandaday4u [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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