Two Towers Lie As Rubble
Two towers lie as rubble:
the television news proclaims it,
aircraft has flown into them
broken obtuse, collapsed.
There are smoke, flames and dust
and somewhere something exploding.
Twisted, scorched steel
is pointed against the earth, cut off
where building was near to the heavens
there are only rubble, pieces of concrete and ash.
Defenceless people have been killed without reason,
as if the human race has lost its sanity,
shattered, crushed, burnt
made from sand to sand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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