Towers In the Mist
The towers are gone, but the ash and blood still whirl around...
Gone but not forgotten is our mantra...
Our pacifier
Our breath for the next war.
They want to build a mosque in the shadow of our horror.
They say its innocent-a friendly gesture well intended.
A brick-and-mortar center for religion- understanding and tolerance.
But history suggests that they build over sites of conquest.
I say let them build.
The winds of wisdom and truth
will blow the sands off true intention.
I say let them build.
Let them taste our ash, manna, and brother karma
Over the hallowed ground of:
freedom of
speech
religion
Twin towers
that
can
never
be
brought
down.
Never
gone
never
forgotten
the
golden
chord
of
our very
existence.
Freedoms
of
infinite
purity.
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