Post by Max on Sept 10, 2009 20:15:19 GMT -5
I am posting this because I cannot promise that I will be in the mood to be on here tomorrow. September the 11th is the most powerful and painful day of the year for me. I become a recluse and an introvert for the day. I hope that you can find it in your hearts to appreciate this poem that brings back painful memories and visuals for me.
My sweet Big Apple, my beloved New York
I remember the dark day of your wounds
When I cried and you burned for days, not one wound but two
The scars still show on you
Did the cowards achieve what they wanted?
Chaos ensued and fear-mongering flaunted
These past eight years have left the whole world haunted
I too seek revenge
With muscles flexed and anger in my bones
I wish for slow deaths
A painful demise of those who attacked my home
But don't you expect
That unbound vengeance will leave us all alone
The land of the free, my dear America
In these past 8 years we've both changed so much
Sometimes it feels like you traded in a lover's touch
For the war machine's clutch
May the next eight years be ones of brilliance
Face the lure of chaos with resilience
Lest we begin the bloodbath of billions
Look into the depths
Of this aching world so fragile and frail
Grasp the Right and Left
Before the fringes pull us into Hell
Sing joy from our breaths
So as to once more color a sky so pale
As for our friends
And our loved ones
For the ones we all miss
Let this day not be just of sorrow
But somehow, let us find the bliss
In the memories that hold them close to us
From Heaven, they forever pour their love
In different worlds, but never apart
Remember the fallen
Forever in our hearts
I remember the dark day of your wounds
When I cried and you burned for days, not one wound but two
The scars still show on you
Did the cowards achieve what they wanted?
Chaos ensued and fear-mongering flaunted
These past eight years have left the whole world haunted
I too seek revenge
With muscles flexed and anger in my bones
I wish for slow deaths
A painful demise of those who attacked my home
But don't you expect
That unbound vengeance will leave us all alone
The land of the free, my dear America
In these past 8 years we've both changed so much
Sometimes it feels like you traded in a lover's touch
For the war machine's clutch
May the next eight years be ones of brilliance
Face the lure of chaos with resilience
Lest we begin the bloodbath of billions
Look into the depths
Of this aching world so fragile and frail
Grasp the Right and Left
Before the fringes pull us into Hell
Sing joy from our breaths
So as to once more color a sky so pale
As for our friends
And our loved ones
For the ones we all miss
Let this day not be just of sorrow
But somehow, let us find the bliss
In the memories that hold them close to us
From Heaven, they forever pour their love
In different worlds, but never apart
Remember the fallen
Forever in our hearts