NINE-ELEVEN
September Eleven,
Two-Thousand-One.
One more time,
The Woes of War
Come Undone.
And the Earth stood still.
In the blink of an eye -
The flutter of a Lash,
the planes crashed,
and buildings crumbled.
Heaven help us,
Mankind stumbled.
All over the world,
Silence,
the only sound heard -
Deafening Sounds of Silence.
''Tis nothing more, nor less,
than the Comedy of the Absurd,
unlocking the Gates of Hell.
And the tear drops fell.
Universal prayers flowed upward.
National anthems played in unison.
Suddenly every man's brother
is doing onto one another.
In every dictionary,
Add the word "Terrorist."
Add the emotion "Fear"
and "Looking Over Your Shoulder."
Add "Ground Zero"
and "Super Hero."
See Americans standing tall,
tearing down the wall.
Then with unrefracted factual reflections
of sentiment and cynicism,
"Why?" is asked.
Why? Why? Why?
Turn the Bell-Jar upside down.
Shake out the clue.
There must be an answer.
Look beneath the red, white and blue.
Mankind.
Man.
Kind?
Ah, the answer.
No race, no creed,
no language barrier.
Every mother's son
and every nation one,
joined in horror.
And when everything's said
that can be said,
and all is done,
Lest We Forget:
Bless the Saviors.
Treasure the Survivors.
Remember the dead.