Why would anyone want to do this?

A pinnacle of prosperity and opportunity,

Thrown to its knees as everyone watched.

Mouths gaping, screams, dust, paper fluttering.

A people yanked from blissful innocence,

Forced to grow up and seek justice.

All the while, the TV kept playing.

Over and over, jump, eleven seconds, death.

I was eleven on that clear eleventh day.