The wealth of time bequeathed the reach
To climb inside a quark - stone to death the innocent
embrace the broadest galaxy - blind ourselves to blindness
The flags are at half mast
From Missouri to Nebraska
America remembers
America forgets
All the sullied memories
More than fifty fold
The rampage with their English kin
Through so much red and pulsing blood like theirs,
So many young and vibrant dreams like theirs
More than fifty fold
So easily we disconnect
Imagine for a moment
That there is a life beyond
How many from that falling hell
Would have sought revenge
on innocence like theirs
More than fifty fold
And, could they pray again
Who would their prayers be for?
How quickly we forget
All that time has taught us what?
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