The Planes Of September
The people walked about the land
They mused their dreams, they made their plans
Souls moral and false, natures careless and kind
Jarred rudely awake at the quarter of nine
Innocents evolved into terrorists and timber,
Black was the smoke from the planes of September
So the people, they stopped, they shuddered and cried
They screamed at the scandal of safety defied
They listened to lectures and rumors of war
Felt the confusion, watched the doom-numbers soar
They saw reason scorch in evil's hot embers
Bright were the flames from the planes of September
So symbols were bashed and humanity burned
History sighed and another page turned
The people had fallen, face down in the dust
Would they arise to be strong as they must?
Be assured that they shall, as they mourn and remember
The rage, death and hope from the planes of September
~2001, Jessica Purser, 16 years old
