Twin Towers Poem by Jim French

Two towers fell today
Two towers were pushed
by death in air

Death planned
By minds
That see nothing
Through hate

Thousands of people
Went to work
As in normal day life

Thousands of people
Sat at desks
thinking what to have
for lunch
what to do tonight
what happened last night
the good, the bad
the mundane, the ordinary

Out of the thousands
Who died
someones birthday became their death day

Of the thousands no more
Their thousands of people still here
who loved, liked
and maybe didn't like them
will think of them today

I think of them today
I never knew them in life
I knew them on TV
and in print
I live across an ocean from them.

There will be some today
who will mourn
There will be some today
who will celibrate.
For the wrong reasons.

Celibrate the thousands of lifes
Celibrate the hundreds who ran to the towers to help
Celibrate that you were not there
Celibrate that you know this was wrong

I stood on the towers
In happy times
In tourist times
THIS WAS WRONG.