
it rushed through the streets
like the angel of death
the cries and debris
with all the hatred of hell
politics and religion
and hidden agendas collided
and the buildings were hit
claiming thousands of lives
and we sat in our houses
staring at our TVs
all together, alone
asking, "how can this be?"
at a loss for the words
to describe what we were seeing
an ending of a world
and today we're still reeling
the same questions without answers
we just want to know why
because hate is a cancer
for which an evil man dies
still we choose to forget
or let life get in the way
the love that act beget
and the changes it made
in how we looked at each other
for the hearts, there, inside
father, sister and mother
and our brothers that died
and the still ache burns a memory
through the ash and the lies
only love brings the remedy
for the ones willing to try

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