September

A September day.
So long ago
Time stood still

World changed before our eyes
Violent rape of our souls
And the blaming still goes on

Who won?
No one.
Not even the ashes are left
As the fire is in their pit now
They want to give it back
In the endless struggle for power,
We all are burned.

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  1. Michael ToddSeptember 11, 2013 at 8:12 PM

    There will never be resolve from that day, and if there were any significant lessons to learn, they were dutifully overlooked.

    It was the first deep scar in the last generation.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeSeptember 11, 2013 at 8:22 PM

      In Jimmy Carter's last book, he was greatly criticized by the Jewish Community for describing the Middle East as a perpetual downward spiral. I honestly think he was right.

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