September 11
The only word left now is the eternal Why?
A cry stuck in all our throats
Reason and humanity failed
Hatred anger burning too bright for the eye
A ghastly chill runs suddenly down my spine
and I look over my shoulder
Is the storm really rising?
All we can do is moan and whimper and whine
That something like this could ever be done...
It hurts to be human today
My tears are for all of us left
as well as for those that are forever gone
All I feel is empty, raw, abused and sore
Something is torn from within
Something vital suddenly lacking
And the image in my eyes will haunt me forever more