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 we are all collateral
Oh, that violence would erupt
in the name of Gods and Demons
the monoliths have been destroyed
releasing the balloons in the air
as spheres toward heaven
Will they touch each other good or bad
in peace as they drift up toward their paradise
or will they pass each other upward
never to be seen again
© Ralph Sergi
(REVISED)
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2015
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