Skyscrapers On Fire

Skyscrapers on Fire

Rising high like an eagle above the surrounding real estate,
These giants of commercialism were engineered and designed to last.
Viewed from another state and across the Hudson, they were towers of pride.
Years earlier, an attempt by terrorists had been launched to destroy them.
Though damages ensued and questions raised, skyscrapers, both one and two, refused to fall.

The rage and hatred for everything the towers stood for, also refused to fall.
What was so wrong with free thought, free trade, free press, and free religion too?

The Berlin wall had fallen, and disarmament also appeared to be right around the corner.
America’s economy had risen from the ashes; debts and deficits were also falling.

But suddenly, we saw in the sky, not birds or superman, but non military passenger planes crashing the towers.
Breathtaking! overwhelming!and unbelievable!
Such were fitting words to describe the tragedy.
First the sound, then the fires and smoke.
And then? Could the towers really be falling? Twin Flames! Twin Towers! Prayers rang out! “O my God!”
03052016 (PS Contest, Twin Flames, by Nayda Ivette Negron)

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