Nine-Eleven
The buildings fell, and so my heart.
Not the very whole of it,
But that portion of innocence?
Fell that piece, or part.
And I beheld the evil,
Though a foreign thing to me—
Even as the buildings fell,
And my hope for humanity.
But the tower dared to rise again,
As I marveled at the view—
For the evil failed to triumph...
As my hope was born, anew!
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