(Written on September 11, 2001)
Through the madness at hand
It is still unclear
As to is the enemy,
Whom must we fear.
Through the madness at hand
All but for God’s good grace,
Is attempting to destroy,
The human race.
Through the madness at hand
We search for insight,
The meaningless purpose,
For wronging the right.
Through the madness at hand
Our heads sink low,
And our hearts do suffer,
Untold pain and sorrow.
Through the madness at hand
We hold steadfast and say,
To the unknown enemy;
Once found, you will pay.
Through the madness at hand
In the day of our plight
Let us look to the heavens
And let God be our light.
Copyright 2001
Wanda Lear