Rookie - 50 Points (7/02/1989 / KITALE, KENYA)

August The 7th - Poem by PAUL OGUDA

In our cacoon
Of solitude
And a promising future
Came a BEAST
Some say from the east
Its origin
And mission
Was cloudy like mist
No one could visualize
But its effect
Will forever be in our minds
August the 7th
Was our waterloo
But we can’t overlook
What it taught us
Cause in the defeat
We came up victorious
We rose from our sleep
And turned vigilant
Like a thief
In the night
We know
The BEAST may return
August the 7th
10: 30 am
Back in 1998
Time stood still
Our wheels of history
Came to a halt
To rewrite a new story
A sad one indeed
The American embassy
Was bombed
A bomb ladden truck
By Osama Bin Laden`s
Al Qaeda network
Towers came down crumbling
Like a pile of dirt
Glasses were flying
From buildings afar
Leaving many with scars
Many were buried
Single and married
As some lost husbands
Others wives
And many
Lost parents
In all the days
Of our lives
We will remember you
Victims of August the 7th
Your innocent blood
Was shed
On the evil altar
Your death
Forms the pillar of our security
And in making the world
A safer place

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 26, 2009

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