ELEVENTH OF SEPTEMBER
September 11th 2011 17:39
I originally wrote this poem one week after the terrible events of "911", in 2001. I was shocked, angry, dismayed and I was frightened that we were headed into World War 3.
What has happened since is nothing for the West to be proud of, but what is much worse, is what I have discovered about the events, and the fact that we have not been told the truth, regarding aspects of the events on 9-11-2001.
However, after watching the moving ceremonies in New York today, I feel compelled to put the poem on line again.
(I have re-edited it, originally it started, "A week ago today,".)
I dedicate this poem to all the poor innocents who lost their lives that terrible day, citizens, firemen, police, ambulance and rescue workers, and to those who still suffer from illnesses developed as a direct result of working on the WTC buildings.
I also hope and pray that a fully independent investigation of all the events of that terrible day is set up, so finally all the evidence is presented and examined so that the whole truth may be revealed.
What has happened since is nothing for the West to be proud of, but what is much worse, is what I have discovered about the events, and the fact that we have not been told the truth, regarding aspects of the events on 9-11-2001.
However, after watching the moving ceremonies in New York today, I feel compelled to put the poem on line again.
(I have re-edited it, originally it started, "A week ago today,".)
I dedicate this poem to all the poor innocents who lost their lives that terrible day, citizens, firemen, police, ambulance and rescue workers, and to those who still suffer from illnesses developed as a direct result of working on the WTC buildings.
I also hope and pray that a fully independent investigation of all the events of that terrible day is set up, so finally all the evidence is presented and examined so that the whole truth may be revealed.
Photo by: sookitex
A decade ago today,
dusting winds drifted,
all the city through.
The shock of souls lost,
made the stars tremble,
yet the stripes stay true.
The wanton wrath,
cannoned across the globe;
we were there, with affixed stare,
so far away, in TV glare.
Our hearts dead-stopped,
midst silent clocks,
the images,
scarifying our minds;
an incomprehensible,
spiritual contaminant.
The caw of crows,
drowned coo of doves,
with eagles screeling,
‘blood for blood’,
under skies reined in,
by doubt above.
Grounds steeped in anger,
gnashed by twisted steel,
whetted by the dying cries,
of normality.
2,977 tears have fallen,
colouring civilised humanity,
dusting winds drifted,
all the city through.
The shock of souls lost,
made the stars tremble,
The wanton wrath,
cannoned across the globe;
we were there, with affixed stare,
so far away, in TV glare.
Our hearts dead-stopped,
midst silent clocks,
the images,
scarifying our minds;
an incomprehensible,
spiritual contaminant.
The caw of crows,
drowned coo of doves,
with eagles screeling,
‘blood for blood’,
under skies reined in,
by doubt above.
Grounds steeped in anger,
gnashed by twisted steel,
whetted by the dying cries,
of normality.
2,977 tears have fallen,
colouring civilised humanity,
RED
WHITE
BLUE
Image Permissions and Credits:
Fireman image taken at "Ground Zero" New York City, September 2001, by "sookitex", a Navy photographer; image has been released into the Public Domain.
For more images by sookitex please follow the link, they are truly hauntingly beautiful.
LINK:911 Photos by Sookitex
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