I wanted to do something patriotic to remember 9/11 today, but something positive and meaningful. I didn’t know what… until I received this poem in my inbox. I’d like to welcome Angela Winfield to Dandilyon Fluff and a special, Wednesday edition Poetry Slam.
I’d like to invite everyone to share their own remembrances of 9/11 and patriotic poetry in the comments section. I’ve included Angela’s bio after the poem. Please welcome Angela Winfield, and enjoy her inspired offering.
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FALLEN
By Angela Winfield
You forced our hand, this battle against man
When you gave the child a gun,
Too heavy to hold, he could barely stand
With the weight of the world strapped to his shoulders
And a grenade in hand, his only solace
Are the brainwashed dreams of a Promised Land
He gives his life, in this grown mans fight
The pain he causes, the pain he’ll feel
When he pulls the pin, when he pulls the trigger
This is the last choice he’ll make; the decision is forever
With a small prayer he completes the plan
The mind of a child does not comprehend
Now a page of history, a moment in time
The torturous hell we all felt
Forever images burned in our mind
What choice do we have with innocent involved?
As children we watched the towers fall
Filled with adrenalin and soaring high
An explosion shatters the silent night
He gave his life and there he lies
Waiting to be identified
With eyes forever open, the darkness sets in
The easy part is over, now it begins
Smoke and genocide choke the air
The please for help, the wails of despair
The screams that no one can here
Consumed in darkness, consumed in fear
But now a page of history, a moment in time
The torturous hell we all felt
Forever images burned in our mind
What choice do we have with innocent involved?
We watched the towers fall
But this fight is a grown mans war!
Your warriors are the sheep you swore
To protect their minds, from the rest of us and yet
You rein upon the people a religion of death
A people with out a choice, with out a voice
With out a thought like a robotic moth
They flee to the flame, and burn in the name of faith
Suffering the leadership of a man
Born without reasoning, born with a plan
Bent on hate in the name of faith
Against the weak you dominate
Through lightening wars, you discriminate
We’ve seen you before, we know your face
The same soul a different shape
The story repeats itself, and in the end
Good will rise again and again
‘For we will not fear you or bow in hesitation
We a free people a free nation!
Now a page of history, a moment in time
The torturous hell we all felt
Forever images burned in our mind
What choice do we have with innocent involved?
As children we watched the towers fall.
About the author:
I was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska and lived there until my early thirties. In November of 2011 the Air Force moved my husband and three children to Niceville, Florida.
From the moment we stepped on the plane and for the past two years everything has gone wrong. Many of my fears came to reality and it was then that I realized, that it’s in my weakness, I am strong.
I am afraid of everything, but what makes me strong, is that I face my fears everyday. I will overcome every time and over and over again if need be. Here I was faced with: new cultures, a boggy environment, bugs that look like a cross between a large cockroach and Satan, loss of family income, a potential divorce and death and my past. I have never felt closer to my potential.
For me, Niceville has become the beauty and the beast metaphor that is my life. It was here in that I rediscovered my love of writing and my passion to become an influential, published author. I have written two children’s books and am in the process of publishing them both. I have written poetry and submitted song lyrics to the International Song Writers Competition and have other projects on the burners.
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