Thursday, September 11, 2014

A SOLEMN PROMISE

A SOLEMN PROMISE

World Trade Center


The skyline looks clear.
I can see all the buildings.
Then one day comes and
ruins all days to come.
Intruders invade our space
and destroy our twin towers.
The towers that we love.
Towers that we grew up with.
Towers that we’ve worked in.
Goodbye to my precious towers,
holding the innocents of the day.
Goodbye to all.
Never again will our skyline be blotted.
It will remain clear and free forever more.
A solemn promise.