...I turn to writing poetry. I may tinker with this later, but I needed to get it out.
Blacksburg Requiem
Sing praise to Alma Mater dear, For V.P.I. we'll ever cheer;
At first, a blankness, a void,
as if all air has been sucked out of the room.
Come lift your voices, swell the song, Our loyalties to her belong.
As news trickles in, the too-familiar numbness
grows, heart contracting.
So stand and sing, all hail to thee. V.P., all hail to thee.
Thoughts of why, how, who
start to seem too small to suit
the gravity of the situation at hand.
The Orange and Maroon you see, That's fighting on to victory;
The beauty of the souls departed,
striking in their selflessness and heroism.
Our strife will not be long this day, For glory lies within this fray.
Even so close to such utter hatred,
love prevails as campus, community, state and nation
unite as one human family.
All loyal sons and daughters, one, We raise our banner to the sun;
Forgotten are thoughts of old rivalries;
school boundaries melt away as
America's scholars join together in care and concern.
Our motto brings a spirit true, That we may ever serve you.
Countless numbers bear you up as you mourn;
we look for the day when
the Hokies' deafening roar
is resurrected,
reborn,
stronger than ever,
defying all who would silence.
Requiescat in pace.
(c) 2007 Kristine Parker.
Sing praise to Alma Mater dear, For V.P.I. we'll ever cheer;
At first, a blankness, a void,
as if all air has been sucked out of the room.
Come lift your voices, swell the song, Our loyalties to her belong.
As news trickles in, the too-familiar numbness
grows, heart contracting.
So stand and sing, all hail to thee. V.P., all hail to thee.
Thoughts of why, how, who
start to seem too small to suit
the gravity of the situation at hand.
The Orange and Maroon you see, That's fighting on to victory;
The beauty of the souls departed,
striking in their selflessness and heroism.
Our strife will not be long this day, For glory lies within this fray.
Even so close to such utter hatred,
love prevails as campus, community, state and nation
unite as one human family.
All loyal sons and daughters, one, We raise our banner to the sun;
Forgotten are thoughts of old rivalries;
school boundaries melt away as
America's scholars join together in care and concern.
Our motto brings a spirit true, That we may ever serve you.
Countless numbers bear you up as you mourn;
we look for the day when
the Hokies' deafening roar
is resurrected,
reborn,
stronger than ever,
defying all who would silence.
Requiescat in pace.
(c) 2007 Kristine Parker.
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