W T C
Memorial




Twin
shining
towers
of light,
shine forth
like phantoms
piercing
the night.

For those
who are gone,
for those
who just might.
For things
undone
just right
out of sight.

Two symbols
of all that’s gone
wrong,
the hate in the
world
Trade Center
of hopes,
of dreams
now bygone.


Hate begets
hate
until all
is consumed.
Don’t kid
yourself
that things will
get better
before they get
worse,
they won’t.

For
now,
let’s
mourn
the victims
the whole world
around.
Daily victims of
hate,
of workers
victims
of slavers,
of young martyrs
to the bullets
of oppression,
to victims
of despair,
the victims
of ignorance,
also of
indifference.

The Towers
must never be
forgotten
nor the reason
why they came
down.

We honor our
lost ones
to assure that
their deaths
have not been
in vain.
We are left with
their legacy
what we learned
from their
dreams,
and sometimes
cry in the rain.

© Roberto Isaza
March 31, 2002