Saturday, September 6, 2008
How could we fathom such a day
when candy skies turned brittle black?
When paper dreams were blown away
and our towers fell amidst attack.
Untimely death disguised in holy shroud
misguided here by Allah’s will.
Twisted martyrs pray out loud
and seek promotion for those they kill.
Seven years can’t heal the wounds,
broken strangers plague our dreams.
Our hearts cry out to those in tombs
beneath the twisted buckled beams.
A final breath drawn alone
thoughts of family, fleeting last.
An empty grave beneath the stone;
a burning torch will never pass
Innocent child not yet grown
“When is daddy coming back?”
Endless questions spawn our own
it’s only answers that we lack.
Not only victims cast that day
but heroes rose above the flames.
Ask those stumbling in ashen gray
how they perceive Bin Ladin’s games.
Time has softened my perception
lingering anger slowly dies.
In a Pennsylvania field’s conception
tears and pride cleanse my eyes.
No more profound proclamation
shall I ever find;
those defiant words “Lets Roll!”
forever echo in my mind.