FUTURE OF THE AFTERMATH

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IS THERE A FUTURE 

IN SPITE OF THE AFTERMATH  ?

WILL WE EVER WAKE

FROM THIS NIGHTMARE

OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION  ?

IF WE CAN JOURNEY PAST

THE VISION BURNED

FOREVER

IN OUR HEARTS

AND PRESS PAST

THE TEARS

THAT HAVE STAINED

OUR SOULS

THEN MAYBE WE CAN

REFLECT

ON THE STORIES

OF BUT A FEW

OF THE TRUE

HERO'S

I WILL NOT WEEP

I WILL STAY ANGRY

FROM ANGER

I SHALL STAY

STRONG

LIKE A BATTERED CHILD

I FEEL VIOLATED

ABUSED

DEFILED

BUT ABOVE THIS

I FEEL

HELPLESS

HOW I LOATHE

THE FEELING OF

HELPLESSNESS

ABOARD THE AIRCRAFT

HE GRABBED FOR

HIS CELL PHONE

JUST ONCE MORE

HE NEEDED TO SAY

I LOVE YOU

THE STRAINED VOICE

ON THE OTHER END

LISTENED

THEN SAID

WAIT....

I AM PUTTING YOUR MOTHER

ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW.

MOM...

WE HAVE BEEN HIJACKED

AND I NEEDED TO TELL YOU

SOMETHING....

I LOVE YOU.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S

HAPPENING

OR

WHAT TO DO.

HIS MOTHER SAID:

TERRORISTS

JUST CRASHED INTO THE

WORLD TRADE CENTER 

AND A THIRD

TERRORIST PLANE

HIT THE PENTAGON

THE CELL PHONE

FELL TO THE FLOOR

WITHIN SECONDS

HE WAS BACK.

MOM....

WE TOOK A VOTE

AND WE WILL

FIGHT THE

TERRORISTS.

MOM....

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU TOO, SON.

AND WE ARE ALL

PROUD OF YOU.

THE LINE WAS DEAD.

SO WHERE

MANY SONS.

DAUGHTERS,

WIVES

HUSBANDS

FATHERS

AND BROTHERS.

MEN

WOMEN

CHILDREN

DEAD

AND THE WORLD

WEPT.

OR

SO I THOUGHT

BEFORE ME

ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN

I WITNESSED 

A SIGHT

MORE CHILLING

THEN THE VERY DEATH

AND DESTRUCTION

I HAD JUST WITNESSED

SMILING....

LAUGHING...

REJOICING....

HIDEOUS...

FACES...

VICTORY...

AMERICANS ARE DEAD.

DANCING....

JUMPING....

HUGGING....

PUTRID TWISTED

CONTORTING BODIES.

IN A WAR DANCE

OF DEATH

THIS IS SO TWISTED.

SO WRONG.

MY MIND REELED.

AS AMERICANS

DID WE EVER

TAKE THE PLEASURE

IN THE PAIN

OR SUFFERINGS

OF THESE 

PEOPLE?

DID WE EVER STAND

IN OUR STREETS

LIKE THRONGS

OF  INHUMAN

BARBARIANS

SCREAMING AND CACKLING

LIKE PEOPLE

POSSESSED

BY  THE DEMONS

FROM HELL

I WAS ONCE TOLD

EVIL

HAS NO CONSCIOUS.

I WAS ALSO ONCE TOLD

REVENGE

IS THE LORDS

I WAS ALSO ONCE TOLD

WITH LOVE

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE

SO THIS NIGHT....

I BANISH THE SIGHT

OF THOSE LAUGHING, SMILING FACES...

AND I HOLD FAST TO

A SONS LAST GIFT.

I LOVE YOU MOM

BY: PAM GALLO

DREAMER

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9-11-01