*this was written when listening to the memorial tunes written in memory of September eleventh.*
Sunrise, birds singing, people waking up; cofee. WAlking on the sidewalk, driving their children to school. driving to work, unaware...danger...is in the air. riding the elevator up, up, up to almost the very top floor. sitting in their work desks, going about their day as normal...oblivious. Not knowing the worst is coming. They get that feeling you get on the back of your neck when you know something bad is going to happen..there is something behind you...BAM! The plane hits the building: utter destruction. The building starts on fire, people run everywhere in havoc, not knowing what to do. The building balancing precariously like the Titanic...then down it goes. A person on the ninth floor hears it coming and tries to get out before it reaches his floor...but is unsuccessful. Firemen attempting to save people, but are also unsuccessful and die themselves...then all is quiet.
Mist is ehere where the building once stood. People come out of hiding to take a tentative look at the damage that has been done. People on their knees, praying to whatever higher power they worship. People screming, crying...sitting dumbfounded in shock. Thoughts cross thier minds such as \"Where is it safe now?\" They answer themselves with \"nowhere.\" People being lifted from the rubble, dead. The sun cuts through the mist and dust as all the people unite together to help their brothers and sisters, to guarantee that this is not the end, that they will strike back.
Leaders of nations meeting...addressing the need to do something. Aid is organized for thoso who lost loved ones...orphans are given new homes. But is it enough? Everyone seems to be saying...\"Stop the violence...end the terror.\"
