Sunday, September 11, 2016

9-11 ... The Atrocity

This is a poem that just flowed out of me hours after the 2nd plane hit :-(



THE ATROCITY

when all is at peace .. when all is at rest
perhaps that's the time we are put to the test
relaxing and breezing thru daily routine
smiling and laughing ~ calm and serene.
you see it coming; there's no where to go
the crash and the burn and the blood starts to flow
the smoke and the screams ... the terror begins
the stench and the rubble .. the crashing of tin.
others are watching, gasping in fright
then another crash comes and now they're in the plight.
try to get out! but they're up oh so high!
they rush and they push ... but they're going to die.
those that can walk, they flee to the stairs ......
but the smoke! ... the debris! ... and the fire still flares!
the structure is shifting; the flames eat its skin ....
all minds fill with horror and thoughts of their kin.
I'VE GOT TO GET OUT! IS THE EXIT NEARBY??
I'VE TOO MUCH TO LIVE FOR, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!
the tremor is felt as the buildings collapse ...
the two mighty towers ..... merely deathtraps!
the onlookers watch; frozen with fear
the rescuers come ..... but all is not CLEAR!!!!!
this horror will claim more innocents yet!
this terror a day surely NONE WILL FORGET.

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2 comments:

  1. Your poem depicts the true events of that day. What most of them must have felt, what we thought about this terrfying event. The chaos and the horror were incomparable.

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  2. Thanks for visiting Lady and thanks for your kind comments about my poem. Most horrific ... this proud Nation founded under God that has thrown Him out of every public place and killed His children and our own in what should be the safest place in the world, their mother's wombs cries out from all the horror the land has absorbed. I pray that God takes not His Protective Hand from us completely. And we thought it could never happen on our soil :-(
    God bless!

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