BeyondTheSilverLine

Tears of 9/11 With the rising of an untamed sun With the heat that summer had left With the promise of a delicate fall September came into town with death toll in hand Twin towers as if the Titanic of New York Designed not to be perished But perished Insanity rejoiced on the souls of diminished Measuring loss and measuring gains Confusion swirled around the created flames Like a house of sands Twin towers crumbled down to the ground Thousands were dead and wounded Thousands were crushed and pounded Thousands that is, human beings Peeled skinned hanging from the face Blood and tears Whispered everywhere A man to save his life Jumped from the height of death if worth of try Mourners were allowed to secretly cry Thus the seduction of slander survived Where ever goes the burden of blame No one was there to stop, no one to defend Such are the children of Adams So lost and confused Love and kindness are the subjects of fools Criminals commit guilt free crimes Ignorance and arrogance make the best of rhymes There is blood in the river of Tigris There is no tear left in mothers’ eyes When this world about to be filled with widows and orphans When this world about to have no man and love of a man When compassion is replaced by compulsion When the beast is best rewarded When lying is glorifying And truth is rejected When no human souls could testify But angels are trusted When this earth yearns for divine style Then Come prophet, one more time! by Heeya Sharmin, Author of the book "Beyond the silver line"