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.