What do I think about when it comes to September 11th?
I don't think about how the western world is doing in Afghanistan or Iraq. I don't think about how how much safer North America is for declaring war on Afghanistan and Iraq, though I do think of the innocent people who've lost their lives in the "battle for freedom." I don't think about alleged inside jobs that have no real evidence. I don't think of "Jewish conspiracies."
I sure as hell don't think of the bravery of the suicide bombers. I've heard some people say this was deserved upon America for everything America has done to certain parts of the world and talk about this as a noble act. This is disgusting.
I think and pray for the well being of those children who on September 11th had to go to bed without their parents who perished, regardless of what they did for a living.
As much as we might want to criticize George W. Bush and everything that happened afterward, let's remember those children who went to bed without their mom and/or dad on September 11, 2001.
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Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
The Man in the Helicopter
It would be so easy to say I was thinking,
“so long, asshole.”
But I wasn’t.
I felt bad for the man.
They say people will talk about where they were
when a black man put his hand on Lincoln’s bible
and a Catholic pro-lifer screwed up the swearing in.
I’ll remember learning there was a Marine One
as well as an Air Force One.
I’ll remember that same black man
walking with the now retired president
to a shiny green helicopter for technical reasons
was no longer known as Marine One.
His entrance reminded me of the photos of Nixon’s curtain call.
He proceeded to leave and hover over the city of Washington
as the black man and three others waved.
And I felt bad for the man in the helicopter.
People made fun of him and
suggested he was stupid.
Yet I don’t think he was oblivious.
As he flew over DC
I’m sure he could sense the people below
hissing like cobras.
I’m sure he sensed people saying,
“So long, asshole.”
I wonder if he looked down at the kingdom once his
and said,
“If I could go back in time.”
I wonder if he said,
“So much more I wanted to accomplish.”
His chance is over, and I say, thankfully.
Yet I felt bad for the man in the helicopter.
After all, he was a man.
“so long, asshole.”
But I wasn’t.
I felt bad for the man.
They say people will talk about where they were
when a black man put his hand on Lincoln’s bible
and a Catholic pro-lifer screwed up the swearing in.
I’ll remember learning there was a Marine One
as well as an Air Force One.
I’ll remember that same black man
walking with the now retired president
to a shiny green helicopter for technical reasons
was no longer known as Marine One.
His entrance reminded me of the photos of Nixon’s curtain call.
He proceeded to leave and hover over the city of Washington
as the black man and three others waved.
And I felt bad for the man in the helicopter.
People made fun of him and
suggested he was stupid.
Yet I don’t think he was oblivious.
As he flew over DC
I’m sure he could sense the people below
hissing like cobras.
I’m sure he sensed people saying,
“So long, asshole.”
I wonder if he looked down at the kingdom once his
and said,
“If I could go back in time.”
I wonder if he said,
“So much more I wanted to accomplish.”
His chance is over, and I say, thankfully.
Yet I felt bad for the man in the helicopter.
After all, he was a man.
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