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Grim Times, Courageous Times,
Reflexive Times, Mourning Times,
The New York Times
September eleven,
year 2001,
New York City.
World Trade Center
is no more.
Worst terrorist attack
of the new millennium.
so far
Slaughter of thousands
of innocent victims.
Guilty only
of living and working
in New York.
Ground Zero
total devastation!
Tears for those
whose lives were lost,
and tears for those
whose heart was shattered.
Tears for those
who continue
To suffer.
Acts of heroism
beyond the call of duty.
Many lost their lives
trying to save others.
We must not focus
so much
on the media's rousing chant chorusing politicians:
“The terrorists attacked us
because of our Democratic System
and the American way of life."
Making us believe that
they attack our religious beliefs
and our way of life
is wrong.
The attack was not
on a family backyard Bar-B-Q,
Or those faithfully going to Church.
The terrorist attack
was not on the civilian passengers
of the planes used for the killing,
or those working at the
World Trade Center,
nor the American Democracy,
all of them, innocent bystanders.
The attack was wrong!
The attack was
on the Word Trade Center,
heart of the capitalist world,
world, that to help itself
will leave hundreds of thousands
of workers unemployed
while giving the airlines
billions in aid;
on the Pentagon,
heart of the military, strong arm
of the United States.
The devastating effects
of this attack
reach far beyond
the horizon of the terrible crater.
Hundreds of thousands
of unemployed humanity
suffering the economic repercussions
of companies leaving the region,
downsizing to cut the losses,
part of which
the government will bail out.
They will take tax-payer's money
out of much needed services
of people's welfare and education.
While proclaiming publicly
of the generous aid
to victims.
Other victims of the attack
on the World Trade Center.
Politicians tell us
we will be better on the rebound.
This will cost
the sacrifice of unnamed victims
to the bottom line.
We are reeling
under a blow
so low
so cowardly,
that our minds
refuse to admit it.
It is murder
of the worst kind.
Premeditated, cold-blooded,
calculated, vile.
Now, who will be the victims
of corporate revival,
how many more victims
of this senseless crime.
Many are already paying
for being of the same race
as the terrorists,
and many more shall perish
in search of revenge.
This is a crime
of man against man,
of the sounds of the flyers
and the whistling of the bombs
raining death on us,
of the knocking on our doors of
Gestapo and KGB
seeking to exterminate us all
as if we were
an infestation of roaches.
The systematic extermination
of the Indian spirit,
of human slaves
to a growing system,
and Hiroshima
up in a cloud of death.
Covering the tropics
of Vietnam
with NAPALM
can always be justified
in the guise of fighting communism.
While the rape
of the Americas
was done in the name of God and king.
Rape no more.
Hurt no more.
Kill no more.
In the name of what is
that we live on this planet,
of life in this time,
this place,
this world.
Do no more than
the good
for all humankind,
for all of
Earth,
for all of life
'til the End of Time.
Amen
(c) Roberto Isaza
btk 12/30 2001
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Twin Towers No More!!
How sad this has all been,
in a second the twin towers have vanished
taking with them the hopes of thousands.
It is truly,
the most sorrowful time in my life.
I spend the days with this fathomless void,
this difficulty to breathe,
this wanting to cry,
to comfort the thousands of people
who lost their lives,
their loves, their happiness,
and peace of mind.
I want to scream,
to hit back,
to make someone hurt as much
as we have been hurt.
Yet, this is not to be.
It is admirable the solidarity of people,
but sad that it must take a disaster
to bring us together.
Now, strangers comfort strangers,
each person is suddenly my brother,
where before they wouldn't have given me
the time of day.
If I had spoken to them,
they would have walked away
from the lunatic who greets them.
In a little time,
people will revert to being anonymus
and strangers to each other.
This tragedy will be just a sad memory,
and again we will be brothers no more.
(c) September 11, 2001 btk
Roberto Isaza
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W T C Memorial
Twin
shining
towers
of light,
shine forth
like phantoms
piercing
the night.
For those
who are gone,
for those
who just might.
For things
undone
just right
out of sight.
Two symbols
of all that's gone
wrong,
the hate in the
world
Trade Center
of hopes,
of dreams
now bygone.
Hate begets
hate
until all
is consumed.
Don't kid
yourself
that things will
get better
before they get
worse,
they won't.
For
now,
let's
mourn
the victims
the whole world
around.
Daily victims of
hate,
of workers
victims
of slavers,
of young martyrs
to the bullets
of oppression,
to victims
of despair,
the victims
of ignorance,
also of
indifference.
The Towers
must never be
forgotten
nor the reason
why they came
down.
We honor our
lost ones
to assure that
their deaths
have not been
in vain.
We are left with
their legacy
what we learned
from their
dreams,
and sometimes
cry in the rain.
(c)btk
Roberto Isaza
3/31/2002
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