MEMORARE
(september eleventh: two thousand and one)
Published in The Poet's Domain, Volume Twenty-three, 2007 Edition
Copyright © 2002, 2007 by
Jason Lester Atkins
985 Fleet Drive, #347
Virginia Beach, VA 23454
All Rights Reserved.
Only our eyes were speaking
Look up, take my hand
Look up, into the morning's sunlight
Shining above our smoking towers
Holding hands in helpless terror
Leaping together down ninety floors
Into eternity's blazing cauldron.
Gathering among ghosts of sorrow
We call to you from spirit consciousness
We are not alone
We have gathered before
Gathering from the barracks in Beirut
Gathering from the African Embassy
Gathering from the belly of the Cole
Out of the smoking ruins of the Pentagon
Out of the fields in Pennsylvania
We gather as your slaughtered children.
The stolen chariots of our Saracen murderers
Held four hundred innocent souls
Flying faster than the speed of sound
Striking their sixth blow of battle
Creating sixteen acres of burial ground
Our only memorial must be -
Your un-relenting memory.
Some Information About the Above Poem
The object of my poetic attempt is to move past the mourning and victimhood and point out this is the sixth blow of our battle with the same "Saracens," who were stopped in year 732 in France by Charles Martel; also by George Seanderbeg in 1450.
"Saracens" destroyed the Temple Mount and put a Mosque where David's Temple stood.
Now, mourning time is over - don't allow any political correctness to stop it from happening again in San Francisco or Atlanta. We fight or we perish!
Jason Lester Atkins - September 8, 2002
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