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Awakening

Unknown to them
their last cup they drank
as they followed their dreams
and were true to life

Walking swiftly,
never stopping to look
they lifted their voices
to the god of gold.

How does it matter now?
all is a blur
tears fill the cups,
the gold burnt away.

Horror awakened us
on that stark, sad day (9/11/01)
still blood flows from our wounds
as we search and pray.

Awakening our hearts,
to neighbors and foes
Twins born together,
died as one.

Never we'll sleep
the same again
as they poisoned the Apple
and ripped open our soul.

The blue and the white
the red of spilled blood
will keep us awake
when the world cries no more.

Benevolent Hearts

To the call they fled
unselfish and true
their benevolent hearts
undaunted, yet weeping.

Clamoring endlessly
for more than a miracle
fear overwhelmed them
still they fought.

Born to be heroes
Born to be saviors
struck down in the name
of an unmerciful demon.

While raining fire and dust
Their bodies were slaved
by the billowing smoke
and the smell of death.

Angels of mercy
Rescuers of all
Yearning to reach
the fallen twin's souls.

With Old Glory's passion
feeding their spirit
honor and loyalty
radiates from their blood.

The people say Thank You
with much gratitude
the lost smile from Heaven
heroes of the Red,White and Blue.

Antonio Puri
oil on canvas
48" X 48", 2001
http://www.antoniopuri.com

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Awakening Unknown to them their last cup they drank as they followed their dreams and were true to life Walking swiftly, never stopping to look they lifted their voices to the god of gold. How does it matter now? all is a blur tears fill the cups, the gold burnt away. Horror awakened us on that stark, sad day (9/11/01) still blood flows from our wounds as we search and pray. Awakening our hearts, to neighbors and foes Twins born together, died as one. Never we'll sleep the same again as they poisoned the Apple and ripped open our soul. The blue and the white the red of spilled blood will keep us awake when the world cries no more.	Benevolent Hearts To the call they fled unselfish and true their benevolent hearts undaunted, yet weeping. Clamoring endlessly for more than a miracle fear overwhelmed them still they fought. Born to be heroes Born to be saviors struck down in the name of an unmerciful demon. While raining fire and dust Their bodies were slaved by the billowing smoke and the smell of death. Angels of mercy Rescuers of all Yearning to reach the fallen twin's souls. With Old Glory's passion feeding their spirit honor and loyalty radiates from their blood. The people say Thank You with much gratitude the lost smile from Heaven heroes of the Red,White and Blue.
Antonio Puri oil on canvas 48" X 48", 2001 http://www.antoniopuri.com