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The Blackest Day: Revisited

as the Towers die away 
alone on a beach where thunderheads Roll 
where I stood far from
shards of glass fire, horror, disaster
they televised only elemental chaos 
cold rains passed through a nation's heart 
then through my soul, hardened
on that day
that day when the unimaginable was destined
to end in fear
the day the towers came down
an insane day of Great Pain 
that still haunts our hearts
still to this day, it is a new Infamy 
a day that will live forever
for me then, the horrors of the coming holocausts 
crowed my nightmares
a great stain of our collective history. 
Felt in great disdain as I watch nightmares coming, 
the towers, falling,
falling down to earth!
I watch the darkness gather in its wake 
the blackest day never dreamt
as a nation cries
as a nation tries to understand 
and Stand to face the terror of those future days 
I watch divisions of desolation pit
Man against man
Brother against brother 
belief against belief
these still echos through to this day
We fought back the tears 
And watch what was happening 
I try as I might 
I try to see a future bright
I try as I might see a nation called together
to come to arms to take a stand 
to muster the fight against an invisible enemy
I try and realize this world 
this world was destroyed, rearranged 
I cry as I feared the loss of a nation's soul
the time is at hand for a new day to be born
I will try and not let the hate burn out the rage 
in the coming age, phantoms will linger 
in the waiting, the slicing the wrong from right 
I watch as a nation stands 
tries to understand 
a greater love Beyond destiny 
I try to stand and understand this war
coming our way

postscript: this was 20 plus years yesterday ago
much has changed much has never gone away, 
just like these tears, I fight as memory
cascades a storm in my inner history
all is left open, a sore 
all is debris scattered 
along a distant shore

now a new terror is born...a new war has come!

2 years and counting...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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