This tragedy hit me really hard. I had to stop watching the news.
The terrorist attack on the Twin Towers in 2001 threw me into deep depression. My GP recommended then I stay away from TV news at times like this. So I’m being careful this time. But I can’t help feeling down, so many innocent lives lost. Such carnage! We are so powerless over Fate and Death.
WHIZ! BANG!
BANG! POW!
In the sky
Debris falling down
In all directions
Airplane parts
And body parts
Human bodies
Old and young
Falling down
Lives brutally
Cut short!
Death’s scythe
Was most efficient
Job well done
In an instant
Death’s orgy
On the ground
Smoking wreckage
Death’s stench
In the fields
Death’s mocking
Laughter
Killing twice:
“I am the Master
Forever in your mind
You are my slaves
Forever to me bound.”
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May they soon rest in peace!
At this moment (22 July 2014) the bodies of victims
are in refrigerated train carriages.
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May the world build peace!
© 2014 Irina Dimitric
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They have a much greater judge to face, whomever they are.
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Very true, Sharon. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Such a powerful poem. Thanks Irina. Now following you.
Thanks for your comment, David, and thanks for the follow.
This is your poem and your feelings and it doesn’t matter what I wanted. Thank you for responding. You bring up some interesting points about the remoteness and randomness of the crime, as well as human beings being slaves to death.
Thank you, Doug, for appreciating my poem.
The twin towers hit me so hard too, Irina, because we were far off in Florida and not in Connecticut – we’d moved, but our son “could” have been in New York and I sure had friends there. I kept dialing their numbers and finally realized that the phones were tied up with emergency things and I shouldn’t be trying. We sat for hours and cried, till we heard from our friends and son. But the rest………..oh my God and now this?
You have a lot of courage to even write about it.
Gentle Hugs, my friend.
Marilyn – who is back in Connecticut, though our son has relocated for a great job – that’s life. I guess.
I was raging inside, I had to get it off my chest. But I didn’t want to go into details, it would have been too painful.
I can only imagine how terrifying the 9/11 attack was for you with your son possibly in New York at the time. The world has never been the same since then.
Hugs back to you, my friend.
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Great poem, Doug. …metaphorically, and on a small scale… I just might give it a go. First, I’ll be looking for a metaphor…
I so long for peace.
So do I, Pam. And so do all honest and well-meaning people, but those who hate others because of their different beliefs, looks or customs, and those who are power hungry are spoiling it for the meek.
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Oh Irina it is so tragic. And my heart goes out to the victims’ families! Your poem is powerful xo
Thank you so much, Christy, for your message of compassion.
Really a great poem… Sometimes poetry can be related with tragedies and wars… Like Adorno and Walter Benjamin believed, there is poetry even among those ugly and terrible things.
This event broke my heart and I felt devastated when I watched the CNN feature on it, presented by Anderson Cooper. It is the second plane from malaysian Airlines that disappeared. One just vanished and the other was blown in the air!.
I hope this never happen again… Prayers and blessings to the victims and their families.
Thank you very much for sharing, dear irina. Best wishes to you, always.
Aquileana.-
Writing poetry helps me deal with strong emotions. So does reading poetry.
I felt much better after putting down those ugly words about the ugly reality of the horrific tragedy, about our mortality and the fickleness of destiny.
Thanks for your compassionate comment, Aquileana. I must look up Adorno and Benjamin Walter.
Best wishes, Irina