The Day the Towers Fell

by Sylvia

in Completed Works

The Day the Towers Fell

Two gleaming, shining towers,
places of peace and prosperity,
hope and health and happiness...
No More.

Whimpering children lost in
smoke-filled, ugly streets
heat from fire that sears our flesh
cattle in a herd, stampeding to its own doom
hope of loved ones found again...
hope as lost as those we search for.

Dashed hopes like fallen towers lie
in streets of broken promise...
Promises unremembered,
Liberty's Lady weeps on.

The lost ones lie in pieces,

hopes twice broken cannot be restored.

We wander.

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Jan 31st 2006
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falling free verse human nature narrative political society towers
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This was originally posted to dA. It's a lot of things. It takes inspiration form many places with out being about any of them. I hope you will enjoy.

Cover art is a cropped version of M.C.Escher's Tower of Babel. I own a print of this piece, so I didn't feel bad about cropping it for use here, especially since it fits so well with the subject matter. If you object for any reason let me know and I will attempt to find a different cover for this piece.

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UltraSonic Says:

If I had a hat on I would surely remove it. This is without doubt, an excellent, top grade piece of work.

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