In an instant,
OUR world was no longer simple.
Paradoxes became both blazingly evident
and differences grossly unimportant.
Our eyes,
moist with the tears
that can only come from
events that are both
epically tragic and
senseless, beheld each
sight in ethereal incredulity.
What has come to pass?
Only the ages know.
And they, tell us of
the changes new and
frightening.
Our world,
our thoughts,
our lives,
forever altered.
As our bretheren
lived, died, and
sally forth to fight
the terror from without,
now, felt within.
We celebrate the lives saved
and the life savers as we grieve
for the lives lost. And the
loved ones sobs echo the souls crying
out to justice's scales for equilibrium.
And as we blanket ourselves
as one nation, truly indivisible,
under the icon of our Freedom won.
We stand.
Forever steadfast
and never to be vanquished.
I think this poem really hit home with me when you said; "
We stand. Forever steadfast and never to be vanquished" It was indesputably a tragedy what happened and it will never be forgotten.