Where were you on 9/11? Who did you know of those lost? This work of fiction includes first hand accounts of the rescue efforts at Ground Zero, and those who sought their brothers below. If it was your brother and you were given the chance to revert time and bring him back, would you stop there?
Dusk to a witch and Moon to the night
Tunnel casts its terminal light
The path is laid with gentle fall
Deep within Purgatory hall
Be it Jesus or man, irrelevant manner
For mine is the Hand of all that matter
I extend that Hand to burn the wax
Yet this is not my life’s climax
Cries within for the enemy of man
Cries that fade with ripples ban
Continuous til the date of those fated
Continuous like the perpetual words of hatred
“I will never forget!”
