The American Duty

Sirens ringing through the air,
dying children scream,
firefighters worse for wear,
living the american dream.

The fire spreads through passing winds,
it's spark set off to light.
People shout from platforms high,
crying with all their might.

They cry for someone to save them,
to rescue them from this hell,
they reminsece on what they've done,
as the flames of death they swell.

People that were once criminals;
pretend that they belong,
pleading that they were sorry,
in the end - they were just plain wrong.

Their pleads fall on deaf ears,
as masses of people die,
ambulences whirring through the night,
in which their corpses lie.

The police struggle to contain,
what the people began to call,
The Hell Fire of the Ages,
and they were there through it all.

The blood.
The screaming.
The pleas of death had sung.
For many who had witness,
the cry of sorrow wrung.

There was not much left to say,
to the families of the dead.
The bodies had been burnt;
their laughter filled with lead.

Tragedy rang high,
as the death toll was led to count,
the spirits of the deceased,
as such continued to mount.

And even as these lives passed on,
we continue to live our own,
the memory of their faces
will live as a silent drone.

**The Past may fill you with pain, but never stop living.*