The disbelief

Torrid Tuesday,

a child’s eye

suggest a fathom

when gods spoke aloud

cloud secured chasms

A city of life

in ashes,

a populace

helpless,

frightened, alone, confused

amongst milions,

the very people

kept us all safe.

Today the skyline burned

when truly hell drove

the world mercilous

concrete fires

burned bodies

lost souls

all

together without

hope.

That ideal we live by,

departed today,

Fire House hell

Ladder Company 3

we spoke to blue

who told a story

of death on carts

six months a rookie,

a face that clearly

showed war horrors

thirty years later

to the day,

Manhattan burned

the world remains

ignorant still today.

We leave our children

nothing in return.

God help us

‘war is not

healthy

for children

and

other living

things’

we still haven’t …

we haven’t …

we can’t …

we ca …

rise above the ashes.