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WTC 1999 New York City. An ordinary day. An ordinary tourist From the Statue of Liberty to the WorldTradeCenter So much to see, so little time. So I haste my pace. I'm on Top of the World now, overlooking the city, realizing a dream. Now I'm down at the square. My back on a bench, my feet are swollen-what a day! As I devour a hot dog over small talk My hand, held high, plays with the Twin Towers. Under a clear blue sky ... I feel happy. WTC 2001 Noise. Darkness. Chaos. Silence. Steel tumbles as the rage builds up. I wish my hand could stop the Towers from falling. But all I can do is raise my voice To pray for the victims To denounce the cowards. I must be calm, but I'm angry I must be confident, but I'm frightened. I will not take justice in my hand But I will hope for justice till the end of times. © 2001 Carlos A. Ledesma Castaneda. |
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