Wesley D. Willis
TREMBLING TOWERS: SEPTEMBER 11, 2001
Her cloud encroaching towers once stood,
New York, raining spears of brotherhood,
Mingled with blood – her falling towers,
Crying fathers, sisters, and mothers,
Transfusing birth to death… twin brothers,
Throated thunder--screams, wailing showers.
Human missiles burning flesh to dust,
Americas God – who can we trust?
Her twin towers, are her twin brothers,
From rubble falls a mother’s soft hand,
With our Fathers love remains her band,
To dusty powder perished others.
Our hero’s buried – falling thunder,
Stolen life’s snuffed – pillaged and plundered,
Tasteless acts add their own condiment,
Golden eagles fly – red white and blue,
America beautiful sway true,
Falling towers stand – our monument.
©Copyright 2004 by Wesley D. Willis