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It is nearing 09/11
I feel the years roll back
And what I wish was just a dream
Consumes me with the coldest fact.

That unwary citizens that day 
About their daily task
Came face to face with hateful death
And fell beneath his grinding axe.

What legacy, what epitaph
Can justify their deaths?
A stinging gauntlet slapped our face
For years the challenge went unmet.

So long the villain did run free
The whole world knew his name
It was Osama Bin Laden
We laid to rest Saddam Hussein.

A tale to tell our young ones
I know not yet what history say
Only time can dull the awful pain
But I still get sick about that day.

My heart never cease to ache 
I dream of souls in agony.
Why does it seem that just the bereaved
Can grasp my questing eulogy.

For awhile it seemed we'd never see
Sharp justice bye and bye
Some wagged their heads to realize
We had no ' catcher in the rye.'

A healing came I can't explain
To fill the hollow depth
Ground zero is recovering
It seems that most the tears are wept.

Then a mystery befell us
Something never seen in history
The first black U.S. president
And our 'catcher' soon to be.

Not at all what we expected
Yet it happened just the same
By his hand Bin Laden was bested
And the world 'seemed' right again.

                    Yet
There's a tide that's rising in the south
And rumors of an eastern gale
The west best post a strong lookout
And then, if all else fail.....?


RETA PRUITT
August 18, 2016

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