New America

14 years ago,
A tragic happening,
A city was in ruins,
Walls crumbling down around

The smoke filled the air,
The ash was so toxic,
New York life running,
Running for their life

Today I bow my head,
And put on a quiet somber,
To remember those who died,
The kids who lost their mother and father

I remember the day,
I remember the people,
The beauty was destroyed,
The shattered steeple

A young child was I,
So innocent and unaware,
We made it through though,
Can’t pick on us,
We are prepared

This New America,
It seems so much better,
But it is not perfect,
Still have scarlet letters

The world so advanced,
Social media rules us all,
Our eyes, my eyes,
Are wide open,
All because of that tragic fall

But even on this day
A little humor is okay
It helps to heal the wounds
Helps to restitch the tattered fray

Brought together again
The world so diverse
The beauty of tragedy
so poetically versed

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