A poem about the tragedy of the World Trade Center attacks on September 11, 2001. No matter who you are or where you're from, we lost a lot of brothers and sisters that day, and that in itself is too sad for words...
Two planes,
Two towers.
Fire rains,
This scene holds power...
Nobody will forget,
What happened that day.
Mankind's endless grit,
To keep death away.
What was the purpose,
Why did they die?
Evil men come to hurt us,
While innocents cry.
Mass murder in storms,
Of apocalyptic fury.
Evil hatred is worn,
And unleashed in a flurry.
Was it right,
That so many should die?
All those on the flights,
And in the towers up high.
But through all the mess,
And insolent rage,
Mankind showed their best,
On the world's saddest stage.
Many more died,
To save their brothers.
Didn't spare a thought to hide,
To end the suffering of others.
I don't know why it happened,
And won't pretend to understand.
But my heart is saddened,
By the iniquities of man.
How can we bring,
Such death and destruction?
Then turn around and sing,
Decry our corruption?
It's the duality I've found,
Two faced to the end.
Through this we are bound,
We must find a way to defend,
From our own insanity....
September 11th, 2001.
Will be remembered in infamy,
A devil's loaded gun.
The world is silent this day,
As we remember our losses.
We've made the culprits pay,
But lost our love along the way.
Remember the brave ones,
And their attempts to survive.
As the rest of us stood stunned,
They fought to keep others alive.
That is the true test of our race.
To be good to each other,
And put evil in it's place.
We are all bound to our brothers,
As their lives go to waste.
Remember the good,
That we're capable of.
If we could, we would,
Embrace one another,
In loving remembrance...
