911
Sixteen minutes 'til September eleventh. By the time I finish typing and editing... it
will BE September 11th. I remember that day. In the kind of detail I don't
remember most. Was horrible.. beyond horrible... don't think there's a word for
what it was...
and yet...
and yet...
nice to have a date to hang our mourning
our righteous indignation
on
isn't it?
i mean...
911 is a lot catchier than
say...
April 6 through mid-July, 1994
when at least 500,000 Tutsis and thousands of moderate Hutus
died
in
genocide
yah, 500k
or
when ya look for stats on darfur....
they're vague...
but ya KNOW
in your heart...
if ya still listen to it...
DO ya still listen to it???
that the suffering there
outstrips 911
to the
(poetrysoup does not allow this particular adjective)
MAX
i'm sorry people died in the world trade center
i'm sorry there is hate on this planet
but i WON'T hate with them
or with you
even if i love you
i won't hate with you
BECAUSE
i love us....
all of us
including
you
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2007
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment