Nine -Eleven
Nine Eleven
Alas , oh monoliths, that once stood tall
above the great metropolis
that housed human souls like carnival balloons
and the children would release them in the air
never to be seen again
the world is rife with Gods and Demons
who disguise themselves as
good and evil and which to choose
and who will lose
but they are collateral
Oh, that violence would erupt
in the name of Gods or Demons
the monoliths have been destroyed
releasing the balloons as they intermingle
as spheres toward heaven
Will they touch each other in peace as they drift up
toward their paradise
or will they pass each other upward
never to be seen again
© Ralph Sergi
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2019
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