Brutality's Day
Brutality’s Day
There’s been a terrible accident
A plane rammed into the World Trade Center
What? Another plane?
The other Tower?
You mean it’s intentional?
Me at my desk
Thirty miles due west of downtown Manhattan
That’s how it was all begun
September 11, 2001.
Up my shield.
Emotions not breaking a steely barrier of denial.
And so the towers fell
As did my wall
And finally my heart succumbed at such mistral.
My cyber buddy, gifted poet, working in Kuwait
Said some were dancing in the streets.
They even gave out candy.
Can the fallout of carnage be displayed with sweets?
Oh please, ye dancing devils
Please, be you few compared to we.
We, mounted on earth’s primordial pebbles
Ready to smite the enemy.
Let’s annihilate the treachery.
This wells forth of desperation.
No! Not begat by hate.
A plea for brutality’s eradication.
© September 15, 2001
Kathryn McL.Collins
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2014
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