When Death Came From the Sky

      Ten years, so quickly passed, yet oh, so painful still! The memory of that September morning, is forever etched in the minds and souls of all Americans. That crystal clear, cloudless day, scorched and blackened, by hate and terror and murder!! By heretics whose claims of Jihad, disgraced true Muslims everywhere. And by proclaiming that their “god” would applaud and reward an act of such an evil nature against innocent people must be heresy. For I believe that God (by any name) is the Father of all life, Creator of all things and He loves all of His children and would not condone these vile and despicable acts of cowardice and destruction.

     Still, we must remember, as difficult as it is, we must remember, if only so we don’t forget what our enemies are capable of doing. September 11, 2001 was America’s tragic “Wake-Up Call.” We lost more than people that day, more than loved ones, friends, and heroes of all races, colors, and yes, religions, we lost a measure of  “Freedom.” So in that regard..They were successful! But, we as a nation will go forth, though a little more cautious and a lot more vigilant. Safe in the knowledge that God has, and will, Bless America.

     This poem came to me on the very day of the eighth anniversary of  the attack on the World Trade Center‘s twin towers and the Pentagon. It is one of only two of my poems thus far, that have an exact date attached to them. I apologize for the length of this “Prelude.“

Jake.

When Death Came From the Sky

The morning sparkled like a gem,

the air, was warm and dry.

It was a nearly perfect day,

when death came from the sky.

 

On the eleventh of September,

in the year, two thousand one,

America watched in horror,

as they witnessed terror come.

 

With not a thought of life’s import,

for themselves, or innocents to die.

And the madmen smiled, with great delight,

when death came from the sky.

 

Martyrs for some heinous cause,

they looked beyond this earth.

What kind of god, would welcome them?

Surely not, a god of worth.

 

They will not enter Heaven,

no virgins, will they spy.

They’ll dwell long, in Satan’s realm,

for when death came from the sky!

 

Jack Downing

September 11, 2009