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Peace


Author: mikepyro7
ASL Info:    15. Male. TX
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Class/Type: Prose /Serious
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A poem about my views of times in Peace.


Peace



On September 11, 2001, four US 757 airline planes were hijacked.
On this day the world trade centers in New York fell, and the pentagon was hit.
Only one plane failed to hit its mark.
This day came to be considered the worst terrorist attack that the US, or even the world, has ever seen.
This day came to be known as 9/11.

I am a man of few words, so I can not truly express how much this has affected us all.
People lost husbands, wives, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, grandparents, and so on.
Never before had such acts of senseless violence occurred on the US soil.
Never before had so many lost their lives.

Those who I’ve spoken to remember 9/11 as the day where the world stood still.
Up until the attack, the world seemed silent.
People drifted through life with uneasy feelings,
as though they could sense what was about to come.

As people watched from their buildings, their TVs,
they saw the planes strike the towers.
They saw the explosions.
And as the second plane hit, they knew,
that this was no accident.

I was only ten when the towers were struck.
When the teachers told us what happened,
I didn’t understand.
I mean, how could you?

How could you comprehend that thousands were dying?
How could you comprehend, that wars would start?
How could you comprehend, that hate would arise?

If you lived near the airport,
and looked into the sky,
what would you see?
Nothing.
No planes.
No traffic.
Just streaks in the sky,
as US fighter jets shot overhead.

It is true that 9/11 affected us all.
That every country on earth,
was shaken by it, somehow.
People sat by their TV’s,
shaking their heads in disbelief,
unable to understand how this could happen.

On 9/11, we witnessed bonds formed,
ones stronger than any this world has ever seen.
People gathered together.
Citizens offered shelter to total strangers.
Firemen gave their lives in the towers.
Bonds of love, compassion, and understanding formed.

And when I saw this I knew,
that the only way we could ever achieve peace,
would be in times of chaos and destruction.
So is the nature of man.

Once these days ended however,
feelings of hate and rejection began.
Racism and anger spread,
against the people of the middle east
and all around the world.

Conspiracies began, blaming the US government for the attacks.
Saying they were behind them, or failed to react in time.
People will always be this way.
After bonds of peace form, so shall hate spread.

But let me tell you what I think.
I think, that there is evil in this world.
And yes, it resides both inside and outside our lands.
But believe me when I tell you,
that there is much more good in this world then there is bad.

I hope I live to see a day, where terror, hate, and anger, are gone.
Where peace and prosperity resign.
And where bonds of all race and color are one.
A perfect being. A perfect world.

And I know that I may never see this.
And I know that acts like 9/11 prove this.
But if we can take the first step toward a better world,
then we can do anything.

Remember 9/11.
Remember the loved ones lost.
Remember the heroes who fought back,
and died because of it.

Remember 9/11,
and the bonds we formed
on those days of tragedy and chaos.
And hope that someday,
those bonds will be eternal.





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  I really hate to tell you this, but this isn't a poem. It's a speech that puts people to sleep before they can even get to the meat of this. You haven't even ATTEMPTED to make this into poem form. You just wished to rant and call it a poem, which sucks no matter what one's point of view on what you wrote about is. You should re-write this and make it flow more and become a poem.
| Posted on 2006-10-10 00:00:00 | by Akili | [ Reply to This ]


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