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by Jeph Johnson

September skies

seemed too serene
from sea to shining sea
looking up I closed my eyes
and joined
the theater of dreams
the newspaper rack's
so empty now
and all I think about
is what we could have been
before
the planes came crashing down
liberty and freedom slipped
a notch closer to death
"they're not the first two dominoes"
I whispered
under my breath
but TV's now
a box of tears
and streets are clouds of dust
our nation's blood
has washed our fear
urging revenge from us
echoing through a city
of already unfamiliar sounds
cries, crashes, flames
and bravery
collapsed onto the ground
stars and stripes
now drape the caskets
honoring brave men who
were crushed under a hatred
of our red, white and blue
I looked up this morning
and saw a brand new day
vows to never look up again
were easily cast away
all around this nation,
otherwise complacent souls,
awoke and spoke of vengeance
and sought to take control
for I saw in a moment
a noble eagle soar
swooping down from heaven
to settle the score
but not unlike the phoenix
crawling from the ashes
that eagle, who once was landed
is suddenly in fashion