A Force For Good
Fear shall not rule the nation of our heart,
nor Terror command the world in which we live.
If in loss and death we play our part,
then our precious lives we’ll gladly give…
No evil act can strike our Spirit down.
No terrorist or tyrant can kill our Soul.
Though blood be drawn from every city and town,
we’ll pay the price of Freedom’s heavy toll.
Above racist and religious hate, we must evolve,
united in our values of great worth—
a force for Good. Our determination and resolve
shall win its victory on our Earth.
Flowers shall grow from tears that fall
on the ground of our grief and pain.
For Freedom’s Love we’ll give our all,
knowing that we shall rise again.
September, 2001
Flowerpoet 