This morning the sun will come up,
Just like it did a few years ago,
Crisp sunlight becons the day forward into choas,
Memories still have not organized the thoughts and feelings of that September Morning,
I want to cry and scream,
I want to go back to bed and wake up again to find that it did not happen,
The growing uncertainty that the world has changed forever,
You have changed forever,
And quit possibly you do not like what you have changed into.
Retribution!
Hunt them down!
Do not let this happen again,
But it keeps happening,
Again and again,
Russia,
The Phillipines,
Iraq,
Thoughts of that day haunt me,
Like a ghost just out of my vision,
The sun will come up today,
On a world that is just askew,
Of what I knew it to be.