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C. HIGHSMITH-HOOKS
The Day the Towers Fell
So many lives lost never to be found. Dreams crumbled, leaving only debris. Families torn; futures destroyed. Lives shattered like broken glass.
Too-short pasts remembered. Final "I Love Yous" cherished forever from cell phone calls made in a panic. Loved ones listened, but were helpless.
Planes grounded; our lives halted. Color put aside to mourn and heal. Photos left with diminishing hope; maybe their loved ones survived the ordeal.
Parades to honor brave heroes fallen and those still standing will uncover the dead. A moment of silence, then a week, then a year. Still in disbelief- a whole nation in pain.
But we'll recover while the world still suffers. Their buildings toppled from generations of war. Soldiers in the street; churches are bombed. No nation to mourn as they bury the dead.
Children with guns go hungry to sleep; some will die before morning comes. A boy with one leg sleeps near a burning tank. Women are stoned and damaged by kin. Men know how to kill, and teach their sons. A girl walks on diamonds, but has no shoes. 2 sisters from a trunk are drenched in sweat- their brother sells gum and waits for his turn.
The day the towers fell continues
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