Monday, September 11, 2006

Nine Eleven

The earth is shivering
will she sneeze?
Suddenly without warning
buildings crashing down
horror undammed
gushing forth in violent rushes
while we desperately search for life jackets
floating devices in an unlikely event

My how we’ve changed
Homeland Security
for the hidden evil
that lies within us?
No No
you are misguided
wayward preachers of fear

We remain as true as the moon
facing forward
with a hand reaching backward
Hold my hand
tie the strand
knit the soul strings into a blanket of solidarity
warmth is ours when we embrace our true goodness