jim tice

"September Storm"  by Jim Tice
 
The Eleventh of September was Solemn
Scenes of Sadness..Suffering..Smoke and Fire
As The Cameras Rolled Relentlessly On
Showing the Death Dance of the Twins.....
 
 Airplane Arrows Pierced Their Hearts and Ours
 Staring in Wonder At the Madness  of Madmen
Called Terrorists  and Ji Hadists...and Extremists
 Killers Whose Heaven is Hell .Making..
 
 War with Little Children   and  Innocent Souls..
Of People Who Never Even Wished Them Harm
But who Died Horrible Deaths From Atrocious Acts
As the Twins Crumbled with Broken Backs...
 
Fuel Fed   Flames consuming People and Pentagon
Crashing  Chaos of Death and Destruction of Life ...

But Not  The Spirit You See..The Flag of Liberty

Still Flying Among the bloody Scene of Inhumanity....

editors note.  This poem was originally published on Partizane on January 24, 2009.  I feel it only fitting that it be reloaded to our front page where it shall remain on top for the day.  The original comments will also be left and we ask that people please add your own 9/11 story.