September 11, 2001
A morning like so many others
Sun shining though vaporous clouds
People traveling
Going to work
Living their lives as they normally would
Moments of terror
Images burned into the world’s consciousness
Planes crash into mighty American towers
Fire and smoke rise into the air
People burning
People screaming
People jumping to their deaths
Thousands of souls ascend to Heaven
Surrounded by an unearthly hell
The towers fall
Smoke, fire and dust cover the city
Bodies are torn apart by the towers’ remains
Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
Some never to be found.
The anger grows
The mourning starts
Then it is shelved as the world moves on
Once a year it is remembered
The tears again flow
The anger again grows
And they it is gone in a moment
Forgotten
At least until next year
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