Ode to September 11

 Joseph Emenyeonu

Tell it not in Pentagon,
Publish it not it not in Washington.
How has the mighty WTC fallen!
Oh! America, my America! 
Superpower struck by super terror, 
From OSAMA the BIN of terrorists
LADEN with hate for the watchdog
Of as just world and terror-free society.
What words can describe
Feelings and pent-up emotions?
When stories are told and recounted,
When pictures are watched and conjured
Of lifeless and dismembered bodies
Sprawling the streets of New York City;
Of cries of fear and hysteria
Better imagined than seen,
From people trying to shake off
An ugly dream yet the feeling
Remains the same.
What can stem from the tide of blood 
Flowing from the nooks of Washington 
To the crannies of New York?
What can assuage the feelings
Of frayed nerves and disheveled minds?
And then, what can heal the wounds
Inflicted on the pride of America?
Once again, what words can
]Describe this madness from the
Procreators of death; this diabolical 
Outburst from the agents of Satan
Poised to wipe out civilization and
Indeed humanity all in the name of religion!
What beguiled color wear religion of nowadays?
Here in lies a jigsaw puzzle
The needs not trials but solutions.
One of the keys to unraveling
This mystery is: FRAGILE!
HANDLE WITH CARE.
Other panacea may be 
ACTION & SANCTION,
DIPLOMACY, BALANCE OF TERROR, etc.
But whichever route we take
In finding a lasting solution to this myth,
Let us not jump to conclusions.
Let us think before actions,
So that in our haste we not make errors
And in our errors cause more harm
Than the September 11 mayhem.