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On September 11, 2001
Death rained from the sky
And into the womb of
New York City.
It was a wake up call
To all Americans.
It was a call that came
Unannounced and unwanted,
For this call,
There was no call waiting
Or caller ID.
As the Towers fell,
Death came to thousands
In New York City,
Without notice,
Filling that great city
Full of ashes and debris.

And, we as one nation,
Watched the fabled Twin Towers,
Splatter and fall into ruin,
As we watched helplessly as
Right before our eyes,
Thousands of lives vanished
In the cool September sunrise.
As for me, I punched my arm hard
Just to make sure that I was awake,
That this wasn't just some crazy nightmare,
Just one big cosmic mistake.

That call came unannounced
And simply overwhelmed me.
And somehow I wanted to thank God
That I wasn't working that day
In New York City.
But, I also knew, this truth I found,
That for the rest of my life,
What happened that shameful day
In New York City,
Would always follow me around.

And I know that
When God calls for me,
I must be ready to answer
For all my deeds.
As for now,
I must try to be honest to all people,
And act brave when I need to.
I must try to help you when
Your in need, even if,
I really don't want to.

Like the dust that fell on that day
From the New York City Skies,
It is to dust with my death
I will remain,
As all life on earth,
Will also to turn to dust
And to dust all will remain,

Whatever your name,
We all turn to dust,
We're all the same.

Ronald Peter Ciras

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The following comments are for "The Call-September 11, 2001"
by moroccanron

My 9/11
"...Death rained from the sky...": This harsh personified line fully captures the feeling in the very moment the first plane hit the tower.

And as the dust surged down the streets of New York City when the towers fell, life and death rendez-voused. It was that same year that I had my brush with death, and my encounter with hell. It was also in that following year as America rose from the ashes that I started to find the way, and here I am today: a poet, a novelist, a mathematician, and a Christian.

It's a simultaneously strange and awesome feeling to watch your own life mimic the world's plotline, and vice-versa.


( Posted by: ArsPoet2789ica [Member] On: September 9, 2007 )

The Call- 9/11
When you said that you didn't work in New York that day, do you mean you worked in the Towers specifically?

( Posted by: eddieeaves [Member] On: September 26, 2008 )

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