RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUE HISTORY
Twenty-two Years (IXXI)
Twenty-two years
We remember clearly
What happened that day
Where we were
What we were doing
How it was first relayed
A plane flew into the World Trade Center
I once lived just down the avenue
Took the elevator to the top
Top of the world, ma!
Top of the world!
There was a transparent walkway
Connecting the two towers
Like the walkway over Grand Canyon
A sight so inspired you could
Hear the heartbeat of God
It was a mystery at first
A horribly tragic mystery
How could anyone fly into the tower?
Then it happened again
A plane hit the second tower
That’s when we knew
This tragedy – unlike so many others –
Would alter the fabric of our world
Twenty-two years later
We bear witness to what happened
That dreadful imprinted day
And all the horrors that followed
The mistakes that we made
Twenty-two years later
We know the Saudis were responsible
Not Iraq, not Iran, not Afghanistan
But the Saudis were our allies
Our oil buddies
Someone else had to take the blame
Twenty-two years later
We live with the consequences of
Decisions made that day
For those who do and those who do not
We bow our heads and pray
(For all the heroes of that fateful day
and all the days that followed.)
