VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 15:26:08 09/23/01 Sun
Author: Peggy
Author Host/IP: 206.97.65.135
Subject: TITLE: "Ground Zero"
In reply to: Peggy 's message, "g.z" on 15:21:54 09/23/01 Sun

TITLE: 'Ground Zero'
Bombay ash falling like new snow
on a black man wrapped in the American Flag
tears flooding his eyes, stars of silver on his back,
Lady Liberty standing still
with a great pale flame; a gift from France.

Fear, thick as an early morning fog after a
Summer's rain,
the screams of pain lay open like a wound,
sounds like Israel in many ways, not just another day,
no one can explain it, no one can at all.

The streets are busy with Heroes,
mothers stand there, they are the mothers
of the disappeared, who have prayed for peace;
year after year.
Fire and smoke can be seen for miles around.
Nothing is clear anymore, nothing makes sense.

This is America 'home of the free land of the brave'
this can not be, this can not be, I over heard someone say,
it was a man from Russia come to trade in the USA.
And
I wonder myself what J.F.K. Jr. or John Lennon or
Albert Einstein would say, would think
of a world on the brink?

Bin Laden did not take into account that day
that this is America the 'melting pot' of the world
with its many colours like a sweet rainbow and people from
every part of the earth, from all walks of life, even his own men, women and babes,
are here and call this wonderful place home, this is what makes America Great;
not its money, not its power.

Bin Ladin did not attack only The United States of
America that day; he attacked the whole world
and he must pay. {September 11, 2001, America attacked}
Copyright ©2001 September 16th, By Peggy Meeks-King

poet's
footnote
I wrote this after seeing a black man wrapped in the USA flag in the newspaper-
at ground zero in New York,
his head down in tears and then my mind flooded
with thoughs of JFK. Jr. he loved the USA and New York
and I thought of John Lennon and how he loved New York and peace
and Mr. Einstein who had to flee his own home land
and when he came to New York City for the first
time he looked in wonderment
and news men who had followed the wise and famous man
all around
that first day
said so Mr. Einstein tell us what you think of our
schools of learning, of our tall buildings or our great science,
and Albert Einstein looked at them with his universal dark
handsome
eyes, and said the most odd thing.
'I am 'most' taken by the people I see walking your fine streets'.
And the people looked strange at each other and at Albert, and they asked what do you mean Mr. Einstein? And
he said they look so healthy and well fed and happy.
One must remember Mr. Einstein had just excaped a war-
raped land of his own home, where if you could get one tiny
meal a day you were lucky, so as he said I want to live here
in America,
so this is how this poem came about,
my thoughts which are sad and many at this time of
great sorrow in the USA, I think of the man (Todd Beamer) who helped take over that
plane/jet, and it crashed in a field, he is a hero, and he said don't worry mom it will be over
fast, but I have to do something so they don't hit the
white house, he was a great lover of Ernest Hemingway another hero from another place and time and day,
from days gone by. And I think of the New York firefighters,
Heroes each and every one'Thank You, and I think of Mother Theresa with
her nobel prize for 'peace' in gold; she longed for peace so.
I see Gandhi and Mr. 'I have a dream' King ,
what would Bono with his songs of peace think of the things that took place
in New York, on /9/11/2001 all these people of peace.
what would they think, 'most are gone'. some remain
Bono still sings and writes of peace.
And I think of my uncle a POW for 2years in WWII
he had to have help walking for a few months he was
so weak and underfed, at the hands of a mean enemy,
but that was
over there somewhere remember that army song over there, and it was a very long time ago.
All this, all these things I see today in my mind and it is indeed enough to make the angels in
Heaven cry ,I think even God weep.


(I did not what to write this poem today, I will tell you true; it made me sad and it made me blue, but a poet
must do what a poet must do.)
Copyright ©Peggy Meeks-King






By Peggy Meeks-King



© 2001 Peggy Meeks-King (All rights reserved)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]
Forum timezone: GMT-8
VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
Before posting please read our privacy policy.
VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.