9/11/11

Since that day, a decade has passed
Still conscious of the past
The consequence of shattered glass
Scattered lives, aghast
As I search through cluttered mass, cast
pieces of a structure I never thought would fall
This, the worst juncture of all to befall
My heart, not physically punctured by the ruin
But emotionally punctured by doing this
Awful errand, no amount of preparing
Could help me clear the apparent remains of a parent
Then yet another
A father, a brother
Sisters and lovers

Crushed faces brushed under a depth
A stonework tsunami flushed toward death
A thousand cries shushed by the thrust
Of Damocles' sword, from the skies fates sealed
Damage be bored down upon, drilled
By these flying demons, skilled
In the art of pain, killed
With no discrimination for affiliation
Demise based on untimely location
No consideration that they had struck pawns, irrelevant to the orchestration
On the grounds of some ethnocentric motivation
With jets disposable as their pilots, one use missiles
Explosion full of burning flesh whistles
Order now bordering tenuously on complete chaos as established stones
Crush underfoot, these planes close
So many open doors
Scores and scores buried under floors
By airborne abhorrent actions
Projectiles, once intact now in pieces, like the impacted
Fragments of man and God's creation

All by a faction
Merely a fraction of ideologues
Whose ideas cause
The most seasoned of sociopaths to pause
Never destroying the machinery, only the cogs
Innocents dying for the perceived crimes of demagogues
Who obey inner character flaws
And don't answer to the people, whose laws they must obey
Vile crusaders with a rhyme of religion
Evil creators of reasons insipid
Thousands paid with red blood
This white-eyed death, glorified
Blue for the tears of I and so many near those who died
For unrighteous ideals
So not sure with this life can I deal

Religion has been instrumental
In both underpinning and soothing anguish mental
Just because we worship the same God, in a different way
Do my people deserve to die this way?
Is the number of times we pray
So salient a difference
That you can slay us with indifference?
That you can alienate your interest and peace and life
And inflict malfeasant strife
Would the loving Father,
Extend farther hatred of one another
Would he bother rewarding you more than I
For your willingness to die, you, homicidal martyr
Making hearts broken and lifeline arteries parted
From this crux of revenge, psychopathology and theology
Nailed by seeing myopically

As though we are all damned
As though we command
These forces of destiny
Lachrymal ducts once dammed
Flood out as blood pour out of lifeless mouths
Forces so unceremoniously deployed
I am not at fault and yet my life is destroyed
So many deaths but resources to be spent by this violence
Yet of course it is not I fighting
Nevertheless I've bore the brunt of your grievance
Non-combatant apparently lacks meaning
The usurpations of respect for humanity you have perpetrated
To defend the kingdom you wished to be created
The devastating hunger you have sated
In the hopes of satisfying your twisted image of God
Limbs of my family tree, severed and sawed
The ground and discarded like sod

We have done you no wrong
Nor were we along for the actions of militants
Forced to lead
My father Sayid Abdur Rahim
My mother Mahasin
My daughter Fatima
My brother Nasif
To early graves

10 years ago my world changed
That day made for rain of pain by the deranged
Aftermath, subtraction life loss after
Additionally, bringing attacks of disaster

You think that we did this, as you bomb my village
We are but civilians
Like billions that have fallen prey to wayward blades
As Allah observes with dismay

Don't you see the hypocrisy that supports this behavior
You're theocracy is sacrosanct flavored with a shade of autocracy favor
Try a true democracy before you try to force it upon me
More than this desecration of independence
Bill of wrongs, right?
Even if you thing this false hegemony gives you the right,
Killing is terrorism
This violent pandemic now globally systemic
is endemic to the double standard that is part of standard American wisdom