Oh Brother


Where can we begin,
To tell the story of that tragic day?
Of all the women, all the men,
Who gave their lives by the way.
Flying planes,
Burning towers,
Leaping flames,
Wilted flowers.
So many lives crumbled,
Like the glass, like the steel,
As the buildings loudly tumbled...
O brother, we must kneel.
So much pain, so much death,
So much sadness, so much hurt.
So many breathed their last breath,
So many become as so much dirt.
What can we think about this?
How are we supposed to feel?
Many gone that many more will miss...
O brother, we must kneel.
Up at arms,
Everyone knows,
Time to bring harm,
To other souls.
Deadly war,
Yet filthy peace.
Sacred battle,
What of these?
Should we go?
Should we stay?
How can we know,
Within the day?
Immense, unending sadness,
Anger barely kept at bay.
So many we didn't get to last kiss,
And never will until Judgement Day.
How can such a great nation,
Get such a rotten deal?
While others dance in jubilation...
O brother, we must kneel.
Heroes made,
Heroes lost,
Retribution,
We'll pay the cost.
'We have already payed!', we say,
'Hundreds of firefighters, police,
'Lived to see no other day.'
We exclaim, 'What of these?'
'How can all this be gone,
'That was so hard to ever find?
'Surely the loss must be done,
'We're already in a bind.'
Yet for all the good that came,
And all the good that passed,
Many more will do the same,
Before we reach the last.
Perhaps this is the cruelest pun,
The most vicious, crooked deal,
For the battle's just begun...

O brother, we must kneel.


Dedicated to the victims of the Sept 11th attacks and their families.
Rest in peace, and live in harmony.





Sorry for the afkness, and any offense it causes. I needed to put it up
tho.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Lupar, in the year 290 AF.