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Please allow blocked active content for the navigation menus below to display. Back to iD's Poetry in Motion page Walter Fitzwater
A Time in September It was the eleventh of September And the morning light filled the air Twisting through the canyons of the City, The hazy Sun was rising like a big ball of fire.
Suddenly the routine stopped, interrupted By a shattering blast soaring from the sky, As if the Sun itself had exploded Alarming shouts of disbelief stunned the senses.
The pieces fell along the building side And a solid wall which once stood high Like a curtain of fire broke apart, Leaving a gaping hole that shocked our sight.
As our numbness filled the room, not once But twice, the phenomenon was displayed again Of the spectacle we had witnessed in horror Forever imprinted in our minds.
When the horror of disbelief sill remained Of the two slender Ladies standing, Tumbling down in dismay they came Obliterating everything in their way.
The silence of the mushroom cloud Billowed from a smoldering pile of smoke And the dust that infiltrated our human pores Was the only reminder of the devastation we had bore.
When we could not fathom anymore Shouting began of another attack Perpetrated on the very halls of The Pentagon As lives shattered and dreams scattered.
And then again, in a field far away it occurred That from the sky a metal bird fell deviated From an unknown path but its own Sadly written on the sands some time before.
As we laid in ruins at the end of the day I offered a prayer shouting to the sky And asked in wonder what can be done To honor the innocent dead, Peace and nevermore.
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