#dVerse Poetics Pub: Poem – Bop – “Praying Sick” #amwritingpoetry


Thanks to Gospel Isosceles from #dVerse Poetics Pub, for hosting Poetics on a Loop. Today’s sad theme:


“This day, September 11, will always be a dizzying one for how it comes around on the calendar and slings us, willingly or not, back to that fateful day in world history. What better place to convene than at the concentric point of the dVerse Poets Pub and share our own histories?”


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“Praying” – Kesha


I was but fourteen, sick at home that day,

Awoke 9:00 a.m., as the news displayed —

Twin towers crumpling as tissue aflame;

Planes smashing, last calls to loved ones made.

I was fourteen, I didn’t understand,

Rage, hate, of Fundamental Jihadists.

Where were you that day? I was praying sick.

Rocks thumped in my chest, a call to my mom,

Such shock, abhorrence for those who cared for none.

As twin-towers burned and smouldered ash,

Desperate lives hurling, choosing their death path.

I’ve nightmares, still; they split as sweet melons,

Their persistent echo lives; to death they fell.

Airplanes twisting towers; last phone calls Home,

Death from above, bitter mournful moans.

Where were you that day? I was praying sick.

Seventeen-years, some wounds they’ll never heal,

But hero’s arise from each fight revealed.

None foresaw — but the firemen kept working,

Aiding everyone escaping the berserk.

And high on the planes people overpowered,

Redirected flights, died to give others hours.

Where were you that day? I was praying sick.


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