Sympathy for 9/11

Black smoke tells the tale
Of that which should not burn.
Voices and sirens wail,
Melting steel fails.
A fulcrum forever turned.

Fluttering in the midnight breeze,
The “Have you seen me?”
Tacked to the plywood board.
Hope against hope,
A loved one will be found,
And held and loved once more.

Faces show sympathy:
A double edged sword.
Strips away identities,
Victim, and nothing more.

Years follow with nothing wrought.
Blood and tears spent, still nothing bought.
After all these many wars fought,
Our children still not taught,
Understanding and some sympathy.


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