Never – ever – forget (09/11/2001)
(Tribute to the heroes of Flight 93)
The sun rose that September morn, brightly dim. The moon waned with tears in the shadow of Muhammad. Stars scarred by footprints, heavy, as Allah made the descent, wings seared from the heat of hate, hitching rides on freedom flights, Almighty power clothed butchery of innocents. What idol worship can move the soul to cogitate that crumbling skyscrapers thrust so deep would anesthetize a slumbering giant? Awaken, arise like the billowing dust permeating blue sky, ascending to heaven with supplication men dare pray in places children dare not. Dawn’s chaste early light reconciles blue-crimson white with the Ancient of Days’ incarnate flow, cleansing all unrighteousness, providing hope of our salvation. Revenge is Mine. Justice is ours. Godspeed. Let’s roll. Copyright © 2001 by Mickey Grubb
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