The People Stand Tall

The roar of the demons shook the world,
the tiles in the ceiling began to rain down
as the people fell to their knees.

The monsters grew closer and closer,
their firey tongues lapping at the legs of its helpless prey, feasting on the eyes brimming with fear.

The poison rumbled through the air,
the rooms filled with ash and smoke
as the people cried and coughed.

The fortress collapsed like kindling
within the fists of giants,
toppeling in on itself, folding in on those it protected.

The hate ripped right through the walls,
the windows shattered and crumbled
as the people scattered like ants.

The man ran faster and faster
not hesitating as he approached the gaping hole
where the bland walls once stood.

The sin led death like a rebellion
without the faith of heaven,
overtaking all those around, consuming all that lived.

The man plummeted to the ground,
the roof shaking with the weight of impact
as the people raised their flag.

( In Memorary 9.11.01)