| two | | a nation |
| twin | | built on |
| towers | | ideals and |
| rising | | grandest |
| so high | | immigrant |
| up into | | dreams |
| the sky | | (and yes... |
| repre- | | on slave |
| senting | | labor too) |
| soaring | | a nation |
| ambition | | of mighty |
| & wealth | | paradoxes |
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and then
...BOOM...
world changed
all all
reduced broken
to heaping by hateful
piles of rubble brainwashed
and raw emotion men drowned in
tears & fears & rage.tears & fears & rage
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we rose from the ashes
united in mourning
national pride swelling
emotions still swirling
we warmly embraced
neighbors and friends
overwhelmed with grief
paralyzed by anguish
we explosively cursed
those enemies who'd hurt us
simmering in anger
engulfed in fiery rage
we boldly surged into war
to defend and protect
blinded by our deep-set fears
dead-set on vengeance
we let the years pass
we still remember
we still recover
we still rebuild
we still rise
from what is clear
but to where?
please let us be wise
Written quite a few years ago reflecting on the terrible, world-shaking events of 9/11.
Still left wondering the same questions.
How will we remember and honor those who died?
How (and to what) will we rise?