My take on the whole September 11th ordeal.


Epilogue

a matter of ideology shatters the morning
bringing a pristine paradigm to an end
the perception of immunity ended in burning idols
and last moments of life captured in terror

the aftermath leaves a soul to wonder of hope
dreaming of a day when breezes blow free of grey
so many eyes closed forever within destruction
leaving survivors to decide meaning and resolution 

let not these terrible images fade from our minds 
instead a perseverance to see these deaths have purpose
and resolve to stand strong till the end of this road
where such atrocities of man are far behind us. 

Write the webmaster

Page created in notepad by hand (that's right I'm cool)