SURREAL
On a global Manhattan canvas,
Contrasted against a clear blue summer sky,
Two great Twin Towers beckon.
High symbols of strength, money, freedom and power.
In the distance, controlled technology in hand,
Free-willed madness streaks with rage through open space,
Striking in an instant of time.
At light speed, colours explode from some dark age of evil, anger and hate.
Cameras on streets and rooftops catch and record on cue,
The bursting red-hot fires of hell,
The powerful black weight of damnation,
Makes all tumble and bow down.
Grey, hot ashes and dust distort minds, shatter hearts and twist bodies.
Innocence and souls are lost.
Humanity grieves, rivers of tears gush as one,
And all ask, “For the Love of God”,
Why?
Written 9/13/01 
September 11, 2008 at 2:10 pm
Stirring poem. Yes, a sad day of remembrance.
September 11, 2008 at 2:12 pm
Yes, thanks again for pointing out the Chopra article. A few other friends also pointed it out to me and finally realized I needed to post it as well.
I think from now till the election, I’ll give less attention to the shadow – the MSM seems to be captivated by it – and give more attention to the light.