World Trade Center

The night is rent by the smell of police sirens

and the stench of death fills the mind.

Oh why did these people die?

What was their sin?

Some were good, some bad,

most were just people trying their best to survive.

To live righteously

in a world that dislikes the righteous.

I mourn for you, my brothers and sisters.

Murdered by the stupid evil.

History punishes stupidity quicker then it punishes evil

Let our deaths be given meaning

Let the retribution be just.

Let the retribution be just.

 

We are not alone in the horror of the bizarre.

Accepting the surreal as reality,

each person in their own private world.

Their own private horror.

But others, our friends,

our friends who we don't even know.

Our friends of all colors and beliefs.

They reach into that private hell and share their humanity.

I am proud to be an American.

Yes, we shall seek retribution.

But retribution does not make us great.

Sharing your humanity with strangers

who are not strangers.

Who are our brothers and sisters,

our fellow Americans.

 

9/12/01