"Never Forget!" in Remembrance of 9/11/2001

Whether outside or inside job, it was complete. Completely mauled by a terrorist's teeth. As planes flew above structures, buildings, fields and star, the damage began from inside somewhere deep.

Do you remember 9/11 from afar? The sunny day when America was kidnapped, raped, partially charred? Who could forget but the ignorant too afraid to take a look, tune into history or open a book. Or those praising Bush's terrorist deck of cards.

Sick minds behind historical times only prove through their last words in flight. They would destroy America's backbone, or at least give it a try. Their "God", they claim guides their acts, guides their minds, guides attacks. Their "God", he rules a coward's kingdom full of spite.

Sick minds can find truth in less divine. Beyond the skies they reached new death tolls as they climbed. As others claim the terrorists planned it, some say U.N. and Bush scheduled the war, as it's hard to sift through signs from false folklore.

Whether outside or inside job, it was complete. Completely masterminded by evil actions seeking defeat. But America never wavered as she licked inside her wounds because America strives to rebuild from sea to sea.

But not long ago America swallowed from a torn paper cup of misery. When people dodged through top floors or scorched upon their knees. When passengers dove directly south through wicked force. When rescue workers died forevermore. The pungent fumes and smoke ridden vine, lack of assistance blocked each breathe to say goodbye. Photos of the missing with numbers of the source found on every avenue along New York's riddled course.

When Washington's high tech military tactics never shot down the planes to find. When the terrorists trained on American land undetected, are we blind? Either, or, we pay a deep respect for those who lost their lives on September 11th, a day marked when terrorism crossed the line.

Whether outside or inside job, it was complete. Completely gathered in the dust of humanity. As the anniversary approaches can you hear the spirits cry? "I'm trapped, please help! Dear God, don't let me die!" A moment that never can be hidden behind America's eyes. No tears left to shed, it's America's pride to stand tall against the odds, no matter what's defined. Our America, land of free, our homemade slice of pie.

For no one can replace the loving memory of a father who has passed or a mother who has died, leaving behind so many loved ones, so empty from time to time. Or the child that fell victim under rubble in distress, but couldn't be heard through thick walls of stone as their parents grasped their chests. Or the fireman that ran into hell only to be found in heaven. My friends, this is, without a doubt, in remembrance of September 11th.

2,996 people died and that doesn't include the rest. Adults and children, so hard to digest. What's done is done, let's help someone. Send them support, good will. Send them your best!

For those seeking a great 9/11 Haiku I suggest Abby Greenhill's September 11th.

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Written: September 9, 2010 in remembrance of September 11, 2001