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Time has a funny way

Of renewing and changing itself.

I found this out within a day,

Where it normally take more.

Before this hour, minute, and less

My day was as any other.

I smiled in the morning

And slowly awoke, stretching as I normally do.

Then got dressed and got my books,

Prepared for the day which lay ahead.

That morning I said goodbye

To my mother but not my dad,

Then later thought

“What if that moment

where the last that I had had?”

It struck us all at different times,

Myself hours after it happened.

12 o’clock soon rolled bye,

And I went out for lunch,

Over heard a group of students

Talking about that fateful event.

“The Twin Towers were bombed.”

I heard them say

As bluntly as another,

And so I passed it off as but a joke

Then thought nothing of it.

Their attitudes had not changed,

So as to make me think,

Not 45 minutes later though,

Was my heart and set to sink.

I heard it on the radio

As the first in our class was checked out.

I still could not believe my ears

All at once so much to think about.

7:46 not a minute later.

The Twin Towers were crashed into,

Then later fell to the ground.

All at once, though not quite heard,

All our hearts crashed in too,

With a deafening silent like sound.

I cannot honestly tell you what I felt,

For all at once to have this pushed,

Was more than I can tell.

Words cannot possibly,

Speak the words within our souls,

Mine was truly filled with anger.

Yes, remorse filled me too,

And my eyes filled with angry tears.

Hatred tends to fill those hearts

And mine was filled quite quickly.

The first I’d cried in years.

I thought of all those parents lost,

And sons and daughter killed.

I don’t wish to use the word

Died, for that happens of nature.

This was planned, murder, not death.

My teeth were clenched for hours on end

And today I cried while in prayer.

I had the choice of uniform,

To wear in honor of them,

Those who died,

I instead cried

And got down on my knees.

My anger now is a strong hate,

But and anger filled with patience.

Now, every morning I greet my family,

Before school “I love you“, always.

I pray 3 times a day when possible more,

Sometimes less than I want.

In this I live better than before,

For we were told to live as pre-‘tember.

I say no, we shouldn’t live as before,

We should change wholly and

Turn over completely.

We should live better than before,

To show them they changed us for the better.

If anything, they made us stronger,

Made us faster,

A new machine, refined and

Oiled and ready.

Before, I looked at the flag

And saw a symbol of freedom.

A symbol of ability to

Do what I please, and not be punished.

To worship whenever, however, wherever.

Now I see these things,

As well as the ability to overcome and change.

Now I cry during the national anthem,

For I was taught what it means to be an American.

I learned, what those who fight for are country

Are protecting. I learned how to love,

To hate, to see beyond, through and over.

Funny, how life has a way of changing

Turning over fold.

And to think, everything was changed

Out of millions of years,

Billions of exponential seconds,

And that one or two seconds  changed

The way of our country for ever,

Here on, and here after.