(For September 11th)
Trust Fall.
people jump from twin towers without gear;
as smoke grows with no hope to disappear;
firsthand account of the commence of our fear;
from terrorists who die with no sympathy near―
shock spreads like cement falling down;
smoke creates faces of evil who frown;
satin's triumph arisen from underground;
as America's security comes tumbling down―
and begins
falling,
falling,
fall―
ready?
"No," a nation says.
then Trust falls…
as our citizens die instantly in gloom;
images of shock flood our living rooms;
with no idea of next intention for doom;
retaliations of hate, our thoughts presume―
economy loses basis at the skip of time;
eyes lock at footage to vanguard our mind;
skyscrapers shaking workers home― only remind;
that America's actions have amassed the fine―
leaving fear of unthinkable to hover in midst;
affluent stirred to loosen philanthropy's fist;
world hears repercussions of a terrorist's hiss,
wondering how we let things come to this?
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004