There is total silence
No offense, no defense
Everything stops
There are no mops
No janitors
No dancers
No firemen
No policemen
Dust covers the Sun
Dirt hovers over the Moon.
The unnatural eruption
The infernal demolition
Hell lives on Earth
Death sleeps on the turf
Children cannot wail
Adults cannot yell
The devils are present
God must be absent
Explosion is everywhere
This is too much to bear.
After the boom…
There is total silence.
Tear Down the Walls
That was a powerful statement
Made by a serious President.
These words changed the continents
And the whole world.
Those words made a lot of sense
To the young and the old.
That was back then,
Why now, more walls are being erected.
I guess, we, humans,
Never learned from our shortsighted
Experience due to selfishness,
Greed, hypocrisy, and weakness.
There is always a humane way
To encircle the heavens with your concrete walls
And your venomously man-made bay.
No matter how tall
Is your fence, you cannot stop the air
From traveling and twirling in the atmosphere.
You cannot stop the waves from caressing the shore.
You cannot stop the volcanoes from burning the floor.
All walls will come down one day.
All chiefs will return penniless to the alley
Of death, where vitam aeternam is a laughing matter;
When Mom speaks, you better listen to Mother.
Brother against brother, sister against sister,
Nation against nation, the universe belongs to my brother,
To my sister and to all of us; it does not matter
Where you were born,
The sound of the horn
Will disintegrate your soul when the time comes.
Please tear down the walls and plant colorful mums.
Total silence... I've written poem: Silence and echo. What do you think about echo? But after the Book of course. But total silence was heard... sometimes. Very sad but true. Thank you for this poem Dorota
Very vivid and tragic. Some bomb is going to blast. Such kinda feeling the poem gives in the readers mind :)
Sometime its so sad but its so true Silent is deafening. Good poem and well penned Enjoyed reading it Thanks
Redolent of the silence I remember after detonating a land-mine in 1979. A poignant blend of anger and shock.
I like the angle that you come from with this poem about 911. The eary silence of post destruction is a powerful setting. There are so many unanswered questions and things that do not make sense about 911. These unanswered questions are an eary silence at a different level. The dust has settled and the truth has been covered up. Excellent poem.10/10.
I guess the majority of your readers did not connect the date to the poem. There are and have been other causes of explosions and dust to cover the sun. The poem is well written and I for one got the point. Adeline
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good title hides a tragic event well penned!