Poezja

(Written a couple of months after Sep 11, 2001)

Ablaze the airflight motion
On the realm of glass and steel,
Amid usual morning chatter
Near future did not feel.

They came from a nightmare vision
As a clear blue sky surprise
With a message from a place called Hell
Where their happiness was devised.

The smoke, the fire, the anguish,
The screams on people's lips,
The vicious truth of Destiny
On a lover's fingertips;

I stumbled over concrete blocks
As if not miles away,
I tried to breathe against the smoke
Astonished, in dismay,

Squeezed my heart into a puddle,
Crushed my head against a wall,
For the faith I had in mankind
Never ever stood so small.

Where were the promises of Life,
Of Liberty and all?
The answers lingered in the ruins
That were once two buildings tall.

So let's put our hands together,
In unison offer prayers;
To the Lord of all forgiveness,
To the One that really cares,

Please deliver us from Evil
That can take so many faces;
It consumes the world around us
And it burns our inner places.

We pray to learn the Gift of Love
But this time it be for real,
Take the lessons our enemies
In those planes could never feel.

The twisted minds that could not see
Beyond their evil turn,
Are what we never should become
To avoid more planes that burn.