What see we now

As we walk the plaza

That once was a killing field,

That crashed our serenity to the ground?

 

So peaceful this space!

But the minds eye

Sees the ghosts of the dead

Rise from that horrible day.

 

Can we not escape

Destruction lurking in shadows?

Video images of children

Fleeing Mideast destruction flashes by.

 

What see we now

As we view the reconstruction,

The soaring buildings on this open plaza

That once was a pile of dirt?

 

Huge structures

Touching the sky.

Trees and grass covering dust and rubble

Waterfalls, a train station entry, a museum, now stand.

 

Terrorists claim lives

Beyond this calm site.

In far corners of the globe death and destruction,

Other piles of dirt where homes once stood.

 

What see we now

When standing

At the very top of the tallest building,

WTC1, now the sentinel for this site?

 

A clear sky,

Fluffy clouds,

A magnificent view of this land of the free.

But what lies beyond these shores?

 

Do we see now

That 9/11 is not over?

That the terrorists beyond our door

Eventually will try to blast our world to cinders?