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Terrorism, thwarting passenger jets into missiles
Of war,
while horrifying, testing sinew, trying
Soul, is a wake up call for all
life.
Yet, not the destruction of thousands of lives
Taken, for they'll
live on in our hearts and minds.
Not the destruction of the Twin Towers
and
Pentagon, for they'll be rebuilt, not questioning
Of our humanity and
freedom; rather, a challenge
To them that Americans will rise to meet.
As
the sun will rise again!
"We," volunteers in cities, rising to each others'
Sides,
finding the fallen, hand to hand; some alive!
Rescuers, eyes haunted by
devastation's effects,
Reply, "it's like apocalypse now." Words,
Embedded
in their countrymen's spirits,
With the silent question, why.
No words to
relate the concussive effects on the
Psyches of the living, who could've
died.
Though, between their lines of, "luck, chance,"
Uttered solemnly,
shock's echoing silence now
Hears shouts of, "acts of war."
Where will
the Imploring, or could they, lead?
This calculated mass destruction, its goals,
Loss of
life, liberty, humanity, reason,
Its aim, implosion of societal symbols of
power,
They think they realized, may be lightning in the
World's eyes,
yet, soon will follow the thunder!
For destruction and murder are
delusion,
Not power!
Then will we find the strength to remember,
The void
realized by their delusional profits and
Pleasures, doesn't have to be
filled by over
Reaction? Which would mirror their acts and
Reinforce
cycles of war; a result their twisted
Wills wished for. Can we not be
dehumanized,
As desired, adding fuel to their hysteria's fire?
Searching for our essence, can we rescue our
Innocence;
eventually, waging peace to dispel
The cloud of sides? It filling eyes,
lungs,
Thoughts and emotions, as those white flumes
Of ash, smoke, and
fire; still rising.
Will we value life, again, as humanity?
Find the hand
extended, that isn't yet, and
Lend ours to it?
A passenger's subdued, determined, cell call,
"We know,
goodbye, we'll try and do what we
Have to." They brought the jet down in
the
Woods, short of the populated, intended target;
Saving untold
lives.
Will we do what we have to, now?
Clarity
Sword that cuts all ways,
Without, for there's no
cutting;
And a pointless point.
