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A poem I wrote for my Social Studies class about 9/11. Dedicated to all who died on that fateful day.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 334 - Published: 03-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3004826
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Fire
This is a poem I wrote for extra credit in Social Studies. We could choose to write a poem about a recent event. I wrote this a while ago, but I haven't posted it until now so my teacher won't accuse me of plagarism. (You can't plagarize off of something that was published after you turned in the original. Unless you time travel.)Two Towers
Curtailed by hatred
One plane crashes,
One tower falls
Another plane crashes
Another tower falls.
They are stripped to the bone by tongues of flame.
Fire!
Into the inferno
Firemen and local heroes run
To save lives
At the cost of their own.
Fire!
I am three,
Asleep as my mom watches the scene from the small TV,
Mounted atop one of the kitchen tables,
Tears in her brown eyes.
I don't know the pain,
The sorrow and the worry.
I sleep as my aunt boards a plane
Leaving from JFK airport
And my family wonders if she will come home
Or if we will loose her to the inferno.
Fire!
Ten years go by.
I am thirteen,
Sitting in front of the TV,
Mounted atop an entertainment center in the family room,
Tears in my black-brown eyes.
As they read the names of all the casualties
All the families who lost
Husbands, wives, sons, daughters,
Fathers, mothers,
Some they never knew,
To the flames.
To the scarlet killer.
Fire!
Hatred is like fire.
If it grows too large to be contained,
It runs rampant.
It takes lives.
And ruins others.
Slowly engulfing,
Slowly destroying.
And like fire, hatred spreads.
And like fire, it is a killer,
But there is hope for us yet.
Love.
Those who were lost will always be remembered
In the hearts of those who loved them.
Those who watched in fear
Will always remember
And wish to forget.
Those like me
Who cannot remember
Wish they could understand
The pain, worry, fear,
The fire
Of September 11, 2001.
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