Suffering Poem by Thanh-Thanh NhuanLe

On that Tuesday morning
The sky was blue and the sun yellow,
Autumn had just begun,
All living beings were each a fellow.

Suddenly the two buildings collapsed
In a space of nihility,
The capital fell into stun
By the inhuman manslayers’ ability.

Thousands of lives seized with grief
In the immense sea of fire
Without a last will
Or a complaint, without ire!

Children bereaved of parents in panic,
Wives deprived of husbands in pain,
Grooms gave up brides in bitterness,
Brothers and sisters lost siblings in bane.

Sufferings rushed in repeatedly,
With tears, bones and blood,
Thousands of humans extirpated,
Wrath rose throughout America in flood.

In this dutiful and loyal seventh month
When Buddha absolves the guilty dead,
Why to the innocent people
They had the heart distress to spread!

I implore the Almighty to bless mankind
To live safe and sound in whole,
Especially of the recently perished,
Save and free from suffering each soul.