No Name

post 9/11/2001

to cold are these walls and floors
that i seek my salvation in.
to cling to a constant force of downward propulsion
heat of compassion shall not find refuge here.

to vague are these realities that seem fantasies
that make those who are gifted spin tapestries
of half truths that will mask the ugliness of what we truly hide.

and confidence nows lays down to die of broken self esteem
distorted by chaos and magnified by the order
that once made it thrive.

to lost are we now a new day has dawned
but not yet lit by the hope or comprehension
we cower in fear of what is sleeping near the horizon.

scared and scarred
we hide, victims of internal homicide
they killed our spirits
but couldn't take our pride

and yet onward we march
through time and space
meaningless existence no longer known
we fight the good fight as we mourn

we weep and lose sleep over causalities of stupidity
and people who think that their road to god
will be paved with gold for making us fold.

and to them let this be known
revenge is something you can sweeten to taste
and we will not make haste to do our bidding

together we stand
united we fight
to make all things right
in the place we call home.