TW: This poem was written in remembrance of the events of 9/11/2001.
Note: I was not alive when 9/11 happened. But like most people, I've seen the pictures, the videos. I've read the articles, the testimonies. This is not meant to idealize any part of the tragedy that was 9/11.
I can still smell the smoke from that September day,
the day where towers fell and lives were cast away.
I can recall the tears of mourning and the prayers that healed us all;
I was in New York the day I watched the Twin Towers fall.
Four planes flew from coast to coast that morn,
and they would change the fate of America forevermore.
Lo, I stood on the ground as the attack began;
I watched the smoke billow down from the North Tower's parapet.
Less than twenty minutes later, I saw the ghastly sight once more:
Satan's loyal workers attacked the South Tower's steel core.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I watched on hopelessly;
What on Earth was happening to the Land of the Free?
The sirens wrang out, the people cried, bang, and then silence came--
the South Tower soon fell, killing all still inside; we knew not who to blame.
The North Tower followed her beloved sister mere minutes afterwards.
Our prayers were unanswered, our mourning forgotten, while our tears streamed down to the earth.
I can still remember what New York was like that September day,
for I was there and died as the North Tower gave way.
I have been avenged by the grace of my loving God,
for he has led my brethern to protect and defend once more.