A decade past, just like yesterday's dawn
Still within the echoes of winds
Cries of the innocent can be heard
When help line numbers , we call for help
Are hijacked by the soulless, for havoc on us
And 911 becomes a darkened cloud
Within the rains that pour on us
Tears of the innocent accompany the drop
And gravity pulls the falling strong, through windows fall
Like a ghost haunt, on repeat play
The dust of horror, itched in memory's hold
Consumed a mixture of race and gender with no preference
No preference of religion, creed or age
With mangled steel of once so great
To symbolise human endeavor stand
A decade past, when sons, daughters
Sisters, brothers, wives, fathers, grandfathers
Grandmothers, friends, oh friend lost
A decade past since I last heard your cry
But the winds carry your memory strong
The winds, will always carry your memory, I hold
911
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Help mankind....
All the time the 'dust of horror' reminds us, doesn't it?
yes those memories carry forward even to this day just as clear as if it were yesterday...it is solidified in my memory...nice spin....
ReplyDeleteI have to agree with Brian, 2001 is etched forever in my heart. Great poem here.
ReplyDeleteTerrorism pointlessly killed people of all types, the wind deposited the smoke and ash willy-nilly, and the sun shines on the nothing new. Perhaps, in memory, there is hope of learning something from this.
ReplyDeleteYes this was such a dark cloud for all the world to see and this day will not be forgotten. Even on International TV and so far away we held a silent prayer and lit a candle for this very day and the tragic it brought to the entire world
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A touching and respectful poem. Well written.
ReplyDeleteI wonderful poem to memorialize the tragedy. The last stanza is particularly poignant.
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