"I feel this way about it. World trade means world peace and consequently the World Trade Center buildings in New York ... had a bigger purpose than just to provide room for tenants. The World Trade Center is a living symbol of man's dedication to world peace ... beyond the compelling need to make this a monument to world peace, the World Trade Center should, because of its importance, become a representation of man's belief in humanity, his need for individual dignity, his beliefs in the cooperation of men, and through cooperation, his ability to find greatness."
--Minoru Yamasaki, chief architect of the World Trade Center,
a comment made long before September 11, 2001.
A symbol of world peace, the towers stood
Representing man's belief in humanity
Individual dignity, sharing in wordly brotherhood
Twin towers rising above human insanity
From countries the world over, they came
Satisfying a compelling need for world peace
Joining hands, cooperating in world trade
Fullfilling a dream which would never cease
Then evil forces slammed into the monument
On September the eleventh, two thousand one
As the world watched in utter astonishment
Plumes of smoke and dust blotting out the sun
"Oh, my God! Oh my God!" came the screams
As those on the streets looked up from below
Never, ever, in anyone's wildest dreams
Could they imagine such a horrific blow
Inside the trembling towers, explosions came
Vomiting flames across the morning sky
Extracting from tongues God's holy name
Burning prayers that loved ones would not die
Trapped beyond hope, some victims called home
Leaving last goodbyes to loved ones on tape
Incredibly calm, some must have known
For them, there would be no escape
We must make this country a better place to live
Free from terrorists who harbor evil intent
Safe for those who only wish peace to give
A good example to countries on every continent
To do otherwise is to be the eagle in flames
Falling from the sky by terrorists' evil plot
We must fight in this arena of human games
Protecting our freedoms with all we've got
Many years in those towers, some had worked
Surviving the bombing in nineteen ninety three
But little did they know in their future lurked
Suicidal terrorists on another killing spree
For these victims, there would be no more chances
To battle the flames of a satanic pyre
Confirmed through one child's upward glances,
"Look, Mommy, even the birds are on fire!"
-A Note from the Author-
I have received many heartfelt responses to my first tribute poem, "Silent Skies", created on the night of September 11, 2001, from my emotional response to this horrendous personal and national tragedy. I want to thank all of those who shared with me their expressions of grief and personal stories concerning the attacks. It is through such sharing that I receive further inspiration to express the painful emotions felt by the people of our nation and the world.
We, as a nation, are holding hands as we grope through the darkness for the doorknob and the way out of this horror. We are united in our pain and suffering and look for ways to help others in their time of need. We are also united in our quest to put an end to terrorism. Please join me in my prayer for those dealing with the consequences of man's inhumanity to man.
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