In Memoria
Such was the breeze seven years ago...
such was the sky.
Such was the silence before it came,
preceding the defining cry.
Following shortly after, the second
relentlessly broke through.
Flames and bloody smoke appeared,
and from the gash it grew.
And along with a thousand prayers,
those who stood below, watching, froze
faces uplifted towards the ruin
the devastating smoke then rose.
Along with a three thousand cries
they fell
broken. burning. murdered.
into fiery Hell.
Into a heap the crumbled
like a clot of sand grasped-
And scattered through the wind
Forget not this evil past.
How many children were lost that day?
How many babies to orphanages thrown?
How many brides left wedded?
How many fathers never came home?
TIP: Don't forget.
3 comments:
September 12, 2008 at 11:24 AM
Very nice! Very descriptive. Terrible day, all captured in the poem...I applaud your ability to capture emotion in words. *applause*
September 13, 2008 at 8:10 PM
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October 6, 2008 at 2:53 PM
Lovely. I completely agree: we must not forget. If we forget, we won't fight against those who might do things like that in the future.
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