The Aftermath

I walk across campus
and notice the American flag
hanging sadly at half staff.
I'm reminded of the hate
and the tragedy
I never imagined
a symbol of freedom
bringing to mind.
I continue making my way toward class
but a part of me remains
with the lowered flag
hanging in mourning.
and as America mourns
for lost lives,
I mourn for a loss of innocence.
I mourn for the children
who watched in horror
as human life was ripped away.
I mourn for the safety
we are no longer assured of.
There is an evil here
I can no longer deny
and a day in history
I will never forget.
9/12/01 1:40 p.m.

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