A 9/11 poem in honor of a friend. |
A boy, alone, stares down, sees the whole City, analyzing his life, and how he must carry On. Reflecting in his eyes, a scene of smoke and Fire, from the planes which crashed on that September morning. A tear drops from his Eye. It is heavy, but it continues its descent towards Earth, like man jumping from the building, escaping This world of emotion, unimaginable, but Real. Real as life, as death, as truth. He cannot Understand why he was saved. He was to Be with another in one those of those towers, So majestic in their appearance, before. But now, a Rubble of metal beams, concrete, and people, Glows, blocked by smog, for none to see. The sun, it Shines, and clarifies all, but the people have not yet Awakened to what has happened. They will not for Time. Time too late, and arms picked up. It is Revenge they want, immediate action, visible Progress. But they shall fight an idea, a thought Omnipresent in everyone’s mind, idea of Scaring, of terrorizing, but to what scale. They shall see no visible action but death, and more Death. Parents’ children getting lost in other lands, or being Recorded as a statistic, not a person. And all will Realize. Realized, is what the boy did, now grown, As war between man and mind continues on, and Death still occurs. Even now as a man, he Searches for why he was saved from that day. And the Idea still exists, an idea within all our minds. Terror. To terrorize or be terrorized. The events the Same but switched, those who are from the area of those Responsible, terrified of being terrorized, this he knew, was Real. |