terrible tuesday

Written Sept. 15, 2001

Wasn't it a beautiful day?
Early that morning, children played
Damned to hell, etched in fate.
Many, too many saw Death's cruel face.

That quiet morning, peace turned to fear.
Violence took away things we held dear.
An act of jealousy ruined the year -
it was terrorism, that is clear.

Blood and tears melt as one.
All this happened under the bright sun.
The world upside-down, their work is done;
I guess the terrorists have won.