Sept. 11
As an ordinary day turned into tragedy,
And ordinary men into heroes,
Our security was shattered.
Wives became widows, and children were orphaned.
Restlessness turned to anguish, which turned to aggression.
And, hatred breeding hatred,
A chain of violence emerged throughout the country.
One by one, link upon link, it increased, and kept growing.
Until…. one day….. the reaction ceased.
A link was missing.
This single link gave rise to a new chain,
Which was created by those who didn’t see a skin color as the enemy,
but as the grieving citizen.
And it was strengthened by those who looked passed race, religion, and gender to help a fellow neighbor.
Though our blessed new chain is progressing,
It is fragile and delicate, therefore,
We must proceed with caution.
For the first chain is still intact and lies dormant,
Waiting for the next disastrous chain reaction to add to its force.
If we keep this destruction at bay, maybe…..over time…
Our chain will reach beyond these shores.
Copyright © Kelly Parmeter | Year Posted 2005
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