In memory of those who perished on September 11, 2001,
and of those who carry that day in their hearts.
They shot the flag to which we pledged.
Its wounded stars are bleeding.
Humiliation, pride, and rage
Burn in the candles, leading
To people who are still alive
Beneath the torch of freedom,
To loved ones who did not survive,
To those who will succeed them.
By force of habit, our eyes
Still search the void for hours,
Observing horror in the skies
Where once there stood the Towers.
The crossroads of the blazing roads…
The people yearn for answers.
My candle burns; my spirit glows
With agitated stanzas.
2001 - 2026
A Wounded Flag
© Copyright: Анатолий Берлин, 2014
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