Possible blasphemy. Try not to feel offended.


A hundred ten floors up and falling,

Tumbling down to the earth

fire smoke heat pain terror

Captured on film forever,

The thousand feet plunge,

The horror immortalized in the people who never came home,

In the children with no parents

And the parents with no children,

In the siblings and husbands and wives and lovers

Who have only ashes to hold.

—and the spirits chant

fire smoke heat pain terror

The skies are not safe, nor our own ground;

We are hostages in our inner sanctuaries.

Cries abound, begging screams;

The clouds themselves rend apart and ask—

But no one answers.

Only hate explains it,

And hate has no explanation..

—and the spirits request an audience with the jester in the sky,

and the spirits chant

fire smoke heat pain terror


A hundred ten floors up and falling.

The ground will win any dispute,

And the sky will watch all plummets.

Wings will not spread; are they broken?

And fire billows, smoke overwhelms,

Heat pervades, pain fills,

And terror follows us to the ground.


and the spirits ask the jester in the sky,

but he looks away and says,

Don't you hear the drumbeat?

There's a war on, now