Pen, Sword and The Society

Nnorom Azuonye
My E-conversation with
Esiaba Irobi

Guest Poet:
Rebecca Steltner
About Steltner


Rebecca Steltner
Summer Forgetting
Untitled I
Untitled II
Before falling asleep
Unoma Azuah
Song of the Owl
In Us
Uduma Kalu
To the unheard voice
A mermaid dance
I am still eager
C. Highsmith-Hooks
When freedom come
Through tainted eyes
The Day The Towers Fell
Uche Nduka
Turn the key
Slow Feet
Emeka Azuine
Reality World
Song for Souls

Nnamdi Obioha Azuonye
- Profile of the poet
Nnorom Azuonye
The Freedom Clause: Theme and Meaning
in the poems of
Nnamdi Azuonye

Events & Announcements:
StAnza Poetry Festival
Poetry Competitions


Notes on Contributors

Back Issues:

January 2003
December 2002


MAGAZINE MONTHLY -- FEBRUARY 2003          ISSN 1479-425X


The Day the Towers Fell continued from page 18

A boat with 400
capsizes at sea;
weary passengers cling
to tires and wood.
Before feet are dry,
some return home,
while others will stay
and begin new lives.

We witnessed terror
that September day;
a clear reflection
of the world's turmoil
as seen through their eyes-
captured in one moment
and frozen in our minds forever.
Now we know as we never did.

We'll  rebuild and the dead
will live in our hearts.
We'll go back
to our condos
and our Escalades.
The Twin Towers fell
while we all watched.
But what did we see?

Is it possible we saw
a mighty nation
punished for perceived
past crimes and secret
unholy alliances?
Have we been insensitive
to those nations
who have buried
thousands for decades,
miles behind the iron curtain
of the world stage and
a so-called free press?

Perhaps we felt
the anger and desperation
of those we've helped oppress-
those victims of our
"military occupations",
sanctioned "settlements"
and "world leadership."
Perhaps finally,
we saw a clear glimpse
of the bigger picture-
the day the towers fell.

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