Nine Eleven 2002 Poem by Gert Strydom

(after Sheila Cussons)

Tower-buildings in America lie in pain in a television news report
Arabs, Moslem terrorists are responsible according to a rumour
where the towers burn with hellish fires and do collapse,
where heroically people try to rescue others and become part of the rubble themselves.
America land of many opportunities has got scrap craters in the firmament
and its not as some Moslems do rejoice and think that it's God's will,
where death do come shocking almost by chance
these revolting things do astound the whole of humanity
staccato, totally blunt rigid steel remains after the onslaught
and a person does wonder what now awaits humanity?

Where that place for Americans are now holy ground
as heroes and heroines are missing in that disaster
it's almost like a modern cathedral
where they find bits and pieces of human beings for identification
and in the highest earthly power innocents do lie killed and devoured
were attacked without being able to give any kind of defence
as if an earthly angel of freedom and choices and opportunities do fall
and the explosions of the terrorist do resound into the future
through the revenge of others and from the cosmos the Lord God does notice the choices
of every human being, nation and people and do know their destiny
and where doves do now at times descend there in swarms,
I do know that America is going to take the terrorist out of every Moslem with force.

[Reference: "1945" by Sheila Cussons.]