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September the 11th, 2001
by Farrah Tate (Age: 30)
copyright 11-27-2001


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
I was lavishing my undivided attention to my computer,
Tormenting myself over an unfinished assignment,
For a Masters that had begun to fill my world to its brim.
My friend and I communicated on ICQ... 'life was hard',
Then he relayed the news.
I believed him but yet I needed to question him countless times,
Until I'd had the opportunity to believe myself and contemplate
What exactly this meant to me,
Aside from what it meant,
To the people of New York,
Who had lost their loved ones and faith in humanity
Amongst the fallen glory.

It could have been night over there too,
In the Valley of Ashes
and I thought about F. Scott Fitzgerald
and the American Dream that will never die.

Next door a child
Thought that he was watching another movie:
He was up late and
There was much fire, screaming, crying, horror and
special effects
The chaos of the damned was unreal.

A while ago we flirted with Melbourne,
ascending upon the tallest building in Australia;
We didn't climb to the sky as we couldn't justify financing greed
But we looked at a marvellous replica
Of the world trade centre twin towers
Beccause that much was free... in tribute to the land of the free.

On the day that we watched to towers fall (so many times),
I heard that a small girl received
A transplant; a life saved amongst
The unaccounted lives lost; a miracle buried
Beneath the depths of tragedy at Ground Zero

It's two months on and I still can't believe it happened
Yet, it has also changed my world;
That's how I know that the planes once existed,
That the bodies still lie waiting to be put to rest
Through final justice.
Nothing looks the same
Nothing feels the same
Breathing air tentatively
Its chill filling the corpuscles
Circulating wearily through a numbed body.
For the first time
Priorities are like rare gems
Now that my Western existence
Has been challenged.
We're now but
Freedom's exiled child
Immortalised.


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06-20-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

It was a terrible day and that day was endless for those in New York. God bless all the lost souls. Thanks, Anthony


11-28-2001 Nan Jacobs    

"For the first time
Priorities are like rare gems Now that my Western existence Has been challenged"

this spoke to me... LOUDLY.

Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings.
--nan


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