This Is Why 9/11/2001

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this on 9/12/2001 after the 911 attacks.
It is raw and unedited, and will stay that way.

Submitted: July 17, 2013

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This Is Why
 
Just another day in the cycle of life,
off to work, you kiss your wife,
A hug to the kids is your last good bye,
not knowing that soon you’re going to die.
Stuck in traffic it's just routine,
a horror is coming, like you’ve never seen.
Arriving to work you park your car,
your death is coming, it’s not too far.
Hello to your friends, as you pass them by,
again not knowing that you’re about to die.
Arriving to the lobby hold the door, you take the elevator to the 86th floor.
Up and up the elevator bolts,
soon it stops with 2 huge jolts.
You look at others with fear in their eyes,
the noise you hear are shrieking cries.
The elevator stops the lights go out,
thoughts of your family, you start to shout.
God in heaven what’s going on?!
The quickness of life, it’s already gone.
You have left this earth with a blink of an eye,
this is the way you had to die.
Not a clue or a chance, taken by surprise,
this is not supposed to be how someone dies.
Your life was taken without any pain,
your life was taken, but not in vain.
You are a hero, the lucky few,
oh so lucky, but what did you do?
You died for freedom you died for a cause,
you died for America, and its laws.
You died to make a new world, safe from harm,
just like yours, under Gods arm.
You now walk your paths knowing no fear,
ironic we seek that feeling down here.

Written by Mike Burns 9/12/2001


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