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September 11th 2001 Epilogue

September 11th 2001

The world was in a down pour, raining, 
down, in clouds of dust, came the tall. 
A compassionate world, is still remaining
steadfast and strong, - for them all, 
all those who kept refraining,
all those who took the fall, 
and in their flight, in the trap, answered the call.

B. J. “A” 2
October 4th, 2013

September 11th 2001, a sad, sad day, devils took wing
like a swarm of insane wasps setting out to destroy, to sting
the hearts of innocent angels, bringing them down, 
on their spiralling flight towards the ground. 
In fear, in anguish, in despair and in pain, 
crushed, and into the earth, by plane ! 
Their voices never to be heard, 
not a sound, not a word 
from the angels, as they lie all around, 
under man’s dreams, his creation, thought so sound,
waiting to be found, be counted !, and 
set free, to be more than an emotion, a memory in the sand, 
and the sands of time, where some give them life in rhymes. 
Then, upon solar winds, carried to other realms, in other times.

B. J. “A” 2 
February 21st, 2002


Twelve years later and one still has to wonder ?,
why these insane, fools took humanity asunder !,
believing, seventy two virgins awaited them, each man 
who believed in what was interpreted from the  Qur'an. 
This says a lot about organized religions, and their agenda !
Could any intelligent person, really stand up and defenda 
such an absurd, insane and ridiculous a  notion ?
What sane man would want to be in that motion ?, 
once, never mind seventy two times.
Ego ?, power ?, prestige ?, such  crimes, 
for there is more pain then pleasure for the seventy two
and what is there ?, really ?, in it for you, 
other than a myth you are foolish enough to believe in 
and that is, truly, your incomprehensible, insane sin. 

B. J. “A” 2
October 4th, 2013

Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield

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  1. Date: 10/27/2013 10:13:00 PM
    Well said and nice poem!

    Atfield Avatar William J. Jr. Atfield
    Date: 10/28/2013 1:00:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you Arthur, for your thoughtful and kind, expressed thoughts “ Well said and nice poem! ”, “ Great write, never thought I would see the word "lawyers" in a poem! :) ”. I am able to see - through your poetry - that the acts that one has to witness, to endure in life have a profound and lasting effect upon the psyche, which come through in the devastatingly sad recollections that seem to be the essence of ( Screaming, You Do Not Know Me, Evil Destroyer, I Walk Alone - 1 year remake, etc., etc., have painted ) pictures that most of us here have been fortunate enough – as of yet, to that degree – to have had to suffer through and carry the scars for the rest of our lives . Bill . ( B. J. “A” 2 )