I doubt any American can forget what day this is or where they were when the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center burned and fell. It is seven years now since a group of Islamic terrorists decided to attack America on her own soil for for their own bogus agenda of pseudo religious hatred. We were not at war with Osama Bin Laden or any if his minons. They attacked, on the flimsiest of self serving political excuses, not military opponents but thousands of innocent civilians in New York, Pennsylvania, and at the Pentagon. I wondered then, as I wonder now, why Muslims in America as well as all around the world did not speak out forcefully against Islamic terrorism or offer aid to those trapped beneath the rubble. Instead, courageous Americans, police, firefighters, search and rescue civilians with their dogs did what they could. In some cases, losing or shortening their own lives in the doing. I salute them for the seventh time. We do not forget them or their courage.
I despise and condemn Osama Bin laden if he still lives and those who follow his twisted vision of hatred to Jews and Christians and oppression of women. Nothing I have seen, read, or heard in seven years makes me feel that the religion of Islam is a religion of peace.
While I thought at the time and still think today that our invasion of Iraq was ill advised and precipitous and has brought our country nothing but expensive mistakes, I continue to support fully the courage, devotion to duty, and commitment of our men and women in military uniform. I still hope for peace, but given the continuation of oppression and terrorism around the world I do not expect it.
Here, for the seventh time, is a poem written for 9-11.
Our eyes fully opened
cannot be safely closed again.
Pain, drawn in blood upon our souls
is pain forever etched
from one moment, on one ordinary day, when
we looked, in horror, upon a corner of Hell.
We learned, too late for the lambs
how hatred ignites, consumes worlds
when one leads, who personifies evil.
Remember, Lucifer was once an angel
and had the option, not to fall from Grace!
From drifting ashes of the towers
massive grave of thousands slain
nameless people, now heroes all,
from hope robbed by crimson flames
our true innocence, one surrendered
seems lost, forever.
On that day, one September morn
our hearts so heavy in our breasts
the taste of shock so bitter in our mouths,
we arose unbowed, vowing in one voice
that America would endure
seeking justice, for those so deeply mourned.
Now, as then, we must defend our cause
freedom, liberty, and justice for humankind
saluting our murdered comrades,
those we'll meet again at Heaven's gate.
We are changed forever
and at cost we never chose to pay
the blood of three thousand lambs yet calls
asking that we do not forget
one September morn,
that horror day, when the towers fell.