Mirror (by Harry Mullins) A window to Eternity Where I can look in and see My deceased parents and siblings Looking back at me Knowing that in a short time I will be looking back at My son, daughter or grandchild Because of some hereditary trait Passed down to generation After generation.
	Tears for Beslan (by Harry Mullins) Why? So many, So young Never again To see the soft flurry Of snowflakes, or feel the rain. Beslan's tears will never dry As weeping hearts for vengance cry. God still busy gathering souls From carnage left by Satan's roll. The cry for peace Still no one hears And the world for Beslan Weeps bitter tears
		Tsunami (by Harry Mullins) A great wave came from the sea engulfing many lands washing away everything in its path  before retreating to sea again taking thousands of perished souls kept in return for previous trophies spat back in mockery on the beaches.  Tsunami, Tsunami the cry of frightened voices carries on the wind drowned out by the crashing roar of the gigantic wall of water that swept all into oblivion.  As fast as it arrived the water receded Leaving in its wake a trail of destruction Broken lives and lost souls Never to be forgotten

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