YES WE CAN

No Game

“Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.”"Yes, sir. I know it is. I know it.”

Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right- I’ll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it? Nothing. No game.

The Catcher in the Rye – J. D. Salinger P8

In Memory

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