Snapshots of Nine Eleven
Snapshots of 9/11
The images unfold before my eyes
of death and destruction.
Broken bodies lying grotesquely
where they fell...a testament
to the utter helplessness
they must have felt in their final moments
Thick acrid smoke and the odor
of gasoline and burning flesh,
pervading the nostrils
of the brave fireman
as they laboriously climbed
the stairs to their death,
are forever embedded in my psyche
The unbelievable sighting
of the second plane...
dipping slightly...
as it relentlessly
rammed the second tower
in homage to Allah!
The screams of shock and amazement
from the throngs below
running for their lives in advance
of a tremendous ball of smoke
and debris, as the buildings
crumbled in front of their eyes,
consuming all who remained within.
But most haunting of all...
the image of grieving families
frantically posting photographs
of loved ones on bulletin boards,
hoping against hope...that they
miraculously...escaped the carnage.
And...incredulously...all this...
In the name of Allah!
Copyright © Beatrice Boyle | Year Posted 2011
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