poems and essays on September 11, 2001
Search and Recovery
I hate to say it, but it's true
there's really nothing they can do
All who remain are surely gone
though saviors pin their hopes upon.
Once, at least, each day I cry
how could so many people die?
Impossible, yet there it is
such hatred in this world does live.
And next will come more evil force
so fight we must, this darkest horse.
Yet innocents will also pay
though we know where the fault shall lay.
The children suffer either way
as Dads go off to fight this day
and mothers worry for their sons
We know we're not the only ones.
If here or there, the fact remains
from war and hate, come only pain.
I pray for fast completion now
then peace shall reign, our solemn vow.
originally posted at the WriteGallery on November 25, 2001
Poem © 2001 Sandra Tournas, all rights reserved
appears here by permission