“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
One of my cousins had a friend who worked near the WTC. She was on the ground as body after body exploded upon impact from those jumps. She was never able to work again -- the trauma was that bad for her. She was in her 30s.This video is hard to watch. Makes me sad and angry at the same time.
Sorry, but "anger" is the emotion that keeps me going.
A Wry MemorialThe Swarthy Ones took over;And made weapons of four planes.The riders had no cover;They suffered dreadful painsThat ended once their deathtrapsBurst into roaring firesTurning instantly to mere scraps––Cinders––made of former flyers.The burning towers crumpled,And fell into the street.New York was more than rumpled;Briefly, it knew defeat.The nation drew together;We felt collective grief.Anger broke its tether;To express it gave relief.But only ten years henceWe're at each other's throats;We've built ourselves a fenceOver which the Devil gloats.We've failed to give the ordersTo build a proper wallSealing off our bordersTo the fiends who’d have us fall.Instead, we've made division––Went to war against ourselves––And are mired in derisionSparked by partisan elves,Who forget this blessed landIn pursuit of powers lostIn close elections mannedBy fraud. So, tempest-tossedThe country is in turmoil.The enemy's our own.He says it's all for Big Oil,And he'll soon usurp the Throne.The heap of twisted rubbleRaising toxic fumes for weeksNo longer gives us troubleBecause of media leaksDesigned to throw us off the scentOf whom we need to blameAnd encourage ruinous dissentThat hopes to break the frameThat holds us all togetherAnd preserves our liberty,So many now doubt whetherWe really should be free.And each rabble rousing louseShould 'neath these words be pinned:"He who troubleth his own houseShall inherit–––the wind"~ FreeThinke
My daughter, a sixth-grader, watched some of this very footage in her classroom yesterday. Most kids, including her were in their infancy when this occurred... But she said that most every child was crying or clearly trying not to. And like you, I'm still angry. A simmering, never ending anger.
Hold onto it. Nothing worth doing is ever easy.
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