Chaos, heroes Intimate revulsion Try Try again No anger, but sinking emotion
The demons All saints Battled till the death
This place Hallowed yard Did we meet the test?
No laughter no matter We're still seeking the lost
Their faces Etched smiles Remain hanging on the cross
The weight Our burden? Who’s allowed to carry it now?
Closed eyes Tears sting I approach the grave And bow.
I travelled to NYC 10 years after September 11 terrorists attack on my homeland. I felt the graves, I felt the wounds, I felt a sacred place of anguish. I had to write.