Tears of 9/11

Tears of 9/11

With the rising of an untamed sun
With the heat that summer had left
With the promise of a delicate fall
September came into town with death toll in hand

Twin towers as if the Titanic of New York
Designed not to be perished But perished
Insanity rejoiced on the souls of diminished
Measuring loss and measuring gains
Confusion swirled around the created flames
Like a house of sands
Twin towers crumbled down to the ground

Thousands were dead and wounded
Thousands were crushed and pounded
Thousands that is, human beings

Peeled skinned hanging from the face
Blood and tears
Whispered everywhere
A man to save his life
Jumped from the height of death if worth of try
Mourners were allowed to secretly cry
Thus the seduction of slander survived

Where ever goes the burden of blame
No one was there to stop, no one to defend

Such are the children of Adams
So lost and confused
Love and kindness are the subjects of fools
Criminals commit guilt free crimes
Ignorance and arrogance make the best of rhymes

There is blood in the river of Tigris
There is no tear left in mothers’ eyes
When this world about to be filled with widows and orphans
When this world about to have no man and love of a man
When compassion is replaced by compulsion
When the beast is best rewarded
When lying is glorifying
And truth is rejected
When no human souls could testify
But angels are trusted
When this earth yearns for divine style

Then
Come prophet, one more time!

by Heeya Sharmin, Author of the book "Beyond the silver line"