You know that feeling
No, not the one when you're frightened,
But the other one, when your stomach begins
to shrink and tighten.  
When the sudden squinting of eyes,  
The hammering at the back of your head
Doesn't prevent you from realizing
It's the moment you've dread.

The dust has settled,
The lines have been drawn,  
Between black and white,  
They are gray.

That feeling ran through the valleys of north Georgia,
As those native to this land depart,
Leave a trail of tears,  
Roses grow where mothers once wept.

That feeling ran through the hills of California,
As Pearl Harbor fell to attack,  
The pain felt by a West Coast generation  of Children of the camps.

That feeling still runs through the  streets of Brooklyn,
As twin towers disappeared on that black
Tuesday,
Investigators and authorities lie await,
For fathers returning from houses of worship.

That is the feeling of uncertainty.

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