I was aboard 'The Intrepid'
And rain was pouring from the sky.
When I saw the 9/11 memorial,
I started to cry.
I thought to myself
Why did all those people
Have to die?
The pictures of all
Those people fleeing
The scenes of mass destruction
Stirred something in my heart.
I'll have to find some way
To mend it.
Now that it is torn apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem