911 the Falling Man Cometh

The falling man, one photograph captured in time An unforgettable image, imprinted on this mind He represents us all, weather we like it or not His faith did not kill him, destiny was his lot Spiralling out of control, once the planes hit Acting purely on instinct, not champing the bit Fire and terror stoked decisions, until overcome Incinerating heat compels him, never did he jump This was no leap of faith, Infinitely more than that A transcendence into agony, he’s looks down at I try to pen his plight, impossible as it seems Of a world going mad, upon our Tv screens I wish it was over quick, that fall to his death Alas he suffered slowly, until the very last breath I’m been brutally honest, won’t gloss over the facts For we owe it to him, it’s with innate honesty, he acts A picture’s worth one thousand words, some disagree Falling man, gives nothing away, we can clearly see My heart’s telling this story, his fall sets the stage An immortalised snapshot of life, will never fade For all other innocents, murdered that fateful day If there’s a silver lining, it’s with confidence I’ll say Your loved ones cradled you, as the towers fell down Far across many nations, pain is felt inside every town Sun and moon appeared together, purposely that morn Heavenly bodies, bore witness to a new world reborn And this occurrence, should give a tiny ray of hope Not used as a tool of glee by Helios misanthropes Below is a comments box will the Helios misanthrope set foot in it not a cowardly chance By David Kavanagh