Night

Newly paved roads
Covered with dust
This brand new day has become rusty
Black from every angle
Debris encompasses this sight
It’s only 9:30, but it looks like night

Newlyweds had only so long
Their rings found among the dead
All that was left, of what was love
An evil in the sky, there they died
They looked so hard for completion
It’s only 10:15, but it looks like night

A conventional setting
In a city that’s nothing like it
TVs and radios broken along the streets
No scurry, No feet
Unlike any other morning, but it looks like night

Captured the moments through eyes and camcorders
Images depicting something that seemed unreal
Friends and foes on the same page-
Hurdled in each other’s arms
As all were alarmed
The past was trivial
Unlike any other morning, but it feels like night

Prayed to our Gods
For answers, for that tranquil peace-
We took for granted
Pile upon pile, stacked so high
We all hoped we could find silence
As it truly would be golden then
Unlike any other day in New York
The lights out, along with all sanity
It feels like night

News spread, our eyes fixated on what occurred
Wondered how we would cope
If coping was possible
Wishing for a new day to negate this horror
To block out the blood that covered what we all loved
Like any other day, America was night-
Searching for her light

Unlike any other day, 3,000 lost their lives
Died when hate tried to reign and feign that it could be supreme
All movement stopped
The tide didn’t rise
But what prevailed
Were her strength, her people, her spirit, her prayers, and her light
Amidst the day that began as night