Nine Eleven
Nine Eleven
The Call of the Angels
came on this day
As silent celled terrorists
opened their cache.
Without remorse, they
took an oath of death
Taking with them thousands
emptied of breath.
America stood helpless,
shattered from shock
While ashes covered the streets,
violating blocks.
Every home stood paralyzed
by the horrific scenes
Faces were wet from
hearing their dying screams.
The Call of the Angels
came to earth that day
Whisking them away to heaven
where they will stay.
Paying a price of intercession
for we who remain
Uncovering our vulnerability
with a priceless stain.
Could this moment that changed
our history been avoided?
Were there signs provided before
these lives were exploited?
Have we learned anything
from these wells of grief?
Or are we still following the
whispers born of a thief?
The Call of the Angels will
come for you one day
Will you be found ready
or immediately decay?
The loss of these lives will
not have been in vain.
They dwell in our purple mountains
majesty and golden waves of grain.
Blessed
Be Your
Souls
Carole Cookie Arnold
2009
Copyright © Carole Cookie Arnold | Year Posted 2011
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