A man-made lake,
The surface shimmers like glitter in the sun,
Idyllic surroundings boast of trees and grass,
The water is clear, crystalized with perfect visibility.
A near-perfect replica indistinguishable from a distance,
Only when you draw closer can you see its imperfections.
The water is shimmering but, with vanity and filter,
The trees and grass are hiding violence, hate and the death of culture,
The lakebed is a window into humanity’s desire
The simultaneous picture of perfect beauty and of fire.
To auto-generate your surroundings is to live a second life,
One by choice and by addiction designed for fight or flight,
Using our impulses against us to conquer and divide,
Protecting us from thoughts coming ‘from the other side’
This illusion of a safety net draws us into harms way,
Learning our behaviors, our triggers and politics
As we feed it everyday
Never before has it been more relevant to question our free will,
Is it us or the machines that are ordering us to kill?
Fifteen years have passed
Since that fatal day
When terrorists killed 343
This is what it means to me
The people going about there day
Passengers flying on there way
Evil men take over the plane
Fly into the building thats insane
The losing of all those innocent
No way they can repent
I know it was done for their cause
But all its done is create wars
From this major catastrophe
Many people just don't see
people have suffered from nightmares and the loss of life
Terrorist should be locked up for causing all this strife
My heart goes out too those that lost
Family and their friends
And wish that this event could be labeled the means towards the end
They will not be forgotten
As it changed the world that day
Everyone feeling rotten
Hands in my head I pray
I am not a religious man
One thing I must just say
Look Mr terrorist take it
And please go away
The world does not need this trouble
It's been going on too long
To many people hurt in the rubble
Forget your radicalisation and move along
Rest in peace everyone
Affected by the act
Let's hope the leaders of the world
Can sit and make a pact
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