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Adrian L. Davis
Born in 1967 in Pittsburgh PA. Adrian has lived in Wilmington, DE, Tucson, AZ,Philadelphia,PA, as well as the suburbs of Washington, DC. Adrian did a brief stint in the U.S. Army, studied at Temple University, worked as a Police Officer in Wilmington, and a Private Investigator in Tucson, AZ and the D.C. Metro area. He's been working on a novel: In Silence and Darkness for several years..and his renewed commitment to Jesus Christ led him to writing poetry for the first time. The events of 9-11-01 inspired his first poem: Mother America. Adrian is a regular contributor to Skyline Publications, SpinningS Magazine and has received writing awards and been published in small literary magazines, websites and books.

Mother America
Through the swirling dust of destruction the light of unity cuts through
with our humanity and love for those lost.

From the ashes of our fallen heroes we rise as a nation like the
Phoenix. Left in the mighty wake of our resolve are the differences that
once divided us. The color of our skin, the accent of our speech, the
God we pray to, the way we express our love, or the size of our purse;
tossed aside like so much garbage. Recycled into a common thread to
be woven into a banner of justice.

The road is long and winds through mountainous terrain. Bathed in
darkness and encased in misguided hate, the evil cannot hide from our
vigilance.

Armed with pain and fear, and hiding behind the rhetoric of misread
scripture, and wearing the transparent cloak of worship to a God that
loves them despite their misguided ugliness.
They know not what they do.
They know not what they do.

But the noble eagle sees them. We do know what they do, what they
have done. We are hurt but we are not afraid. And the scales of justice
will weigh upon them.

Sailing on an ocean of freedom, courage billows in our sails, despite the
falling rain. We pursue.

So together we will heal her. Together we comprise her and sustain her
like life`s blood. As we mourn and pray and gape at her still bleeding
wound, we must breathe and take a moment. Never forgetting, we must
turn away from the hurt and look out. Look out and realize that the
symbol of liberty stands tall at the gateway to the Republic.


The shining light burns bright for our mother America

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