Item 6 The Gravity of It All

Where were you when the towers fell

taking America straight to hell?

I was holding my baby, 7 weeks old,

as I watched the terrible events unfold.

For days we sat speechless under a spell

hearing the bell tolling knell after knell.

For years that shade of blue up in the sky

colored our hearts with hue and cry.

Those stolen souls were not alone in loss,

the pain was felt the world across.

Today my boy of nine sits down to play his drums,

I want to weep for what I know still comes:

more death, more killing, fewer rights for all;

is this what they meant by mankind's fall...?

I need to teach my son to stand up tall

and not to answer instinct's bloody call.

Pacifism isn't absent pain,

it merely walks away from the insane.

Smarting, yes, but smarter still

than planning further souls to try and kill.

Where were you when the towers fell?

Honor the dead by living well.