They never knew what hit them
And in a sense neither did we
We were not prepared for the darkness
the dust, falling bodies and rising smoke
We watched this from afar on our TV sets
And only felt this unimaginable horror
that gripped our souls

 And we still cannot stop watching these terrible scenes
Of rubble on the ground and scarecrow-like beams
We watch the workers as they dig and claw
And watch the death toll mount more and more
And still we watch, our eyes filled with tears
At the loss of innocence that we built up through the years

 Man is not man
Man is ugly, a being with no name
Walking upright with souls all a-bent
Having no love and holding on to hatred unspent
Where did we go wrong? What should we have done?

 The rubble tells no tales
The smoke continues to rise
The dust is like the ashes that cover our hearts
Who do we mourn? When does the grief stop?
But the acrid smoke tells us naught

 And in the silent darkness of searing pain
The death bell does knoll
For our horror has only begun
The nightmare continues thus to unfold
Life as we knew it, is simply no more.

~Helena Fernz~

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