Not all of those who died on that terrible day,
Lie peacefully in the ground.
Some burned to a crisp and floated away,
Their bodies never found.
The first to die
In that terrible sky
Were luckier than the last, they had no time to think,
Of what could have been in the not so distance past.
No war was declared, no charges made,
By those who did this terrible deed.
A terrorist's desire, a terror raid,
By those who claim a most peaceful creed.
Little Eichmans some have said, they were there in the tower.
And it is right they burn and cower.
Their sins are they exist in peaceful bliss.
Just living, just humans at work, unknowing.
Yet "God is great!" came the cry from the clear blue sky,
And the dying sent their loved ones a last kiss.
We've caught a few, a few are put away,
And when they complain, we rush to explain...
They have rights, they have rights, they have rights.
And we dare not expect them to obey.
One has been spared not punished for the lost lives
And lives this Day, of lost Mothers and lost wives.
When he paces his cell, let him walk for the lost.
When he is bored, let him walk for the dead.
He should know that this is so, he will never be let go,
And he will never be able to pay the full cost.
First published on Sat 5/13/2006 in Talk Left.. thread
Moussaoui Arrives at Supermax in Florence, Colorado at 12:59PM on 5/1/06
I hope he sleeps poorly, dreaming of what he lost.