I hardly can think of what to say.
12 years gone, 4380 days.
The sun is shining so damn bright,
As it did on that dark blight
The space where once two towers stood
Is now a fountain in that neighborhood.
And yet still, no one has learned
War rages on, deaths unearned
Men, women, children, still pray for life
Governments battle, won’t give up their fights.
It’s just not alright.
But today I remember,
That day in September.
We can never forget
Those souls, nor the threat.
Not sure when or if ever,
The world will endeavor
But carry on we must.
In God we trust?