The sights, the sound.
Panic all around.
The pattering of feet running.
The fear in heroes hearts coming.
Absolute silence, it is a city in mourning.
Tears fall, a salute to all.
A half raised flag.
A pain that nags.
There is no escape from it.
We are all part of it.
We are all family.
A loss for you is a loss for me.
Picture and videos will never do it justice.
The sensation as a hand is put on ones shoulder.
This should have never happen.
The weakness of feeling so helpless.
Strength in numbers and let ours be large.
We are with you from all across the world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem