9/11 - Fifteen Years After

9/11 is a special day for me since I just got out the WTC when it happened, in horror I eye-witnessed Armageddon as if it was carried forward by the devil himself to completely destroy Lower Manhattan. Please find below my poem in memory of the thousands of victims of the catastrophic incident that changed the world as we knew it forever.

September 9, 2011, unaware of the hazard              
merrily on my way to Goldman Sachs              
investment bankers and honest brokers                   
from JFK Airport, royal gateway to New York City      
to San Francisco International Airport             
            
Amazing imperial Twin Towers            
proud icon of Lutheran Protestant victory            
on medieval and criminal Communist regimes            
contemporary blessings of boundless capitalism            
blistering in the early-morning sun          
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in the name of Jesus        
what the Hell is going on            
Dies iræ, dies illa            
Solvet sæclum in favilla.            
            
Boeing-747 unwavering, pointing at WTC              
plane crashing on purpose, on command              
upon somebody's special request perhaps              
to unkindly return the favors of              
continued courageous US military backing              
of 50-years of coward Palestine occupation              
by best buddy, brave brother Israel              
state-sponsored terror, mastermind              
or black-swan random act, coincidentally            
destroying the faithful Bankers of God              
humble everGreenbacks on Wall Street.              
            
Judgment day carried forward              
by the Requiem of Giuseppe Verdi:              
Mors stupebit et natura,              
Cum resurget creatura,              
Judicanti responsura.              
            
Dies iræ, dies illa              
Solvet sæclum in favilla              
Rex tremendæ majestatis              
crucifying glass, heavy concrete, steel,              
the ratio of steel to concrete              
is 100:130 for 1 cubic meter              
bleeding eyeballs, burning lawyer's limbs              
exploding into realtor's screaming faces.              
            
Oh no, I forgot to pay the monthly premium              
MetLife insurance must have expired              
my precious life itself as well              
damned, the only one I got              
poorhouse for my unemployed wife              
Foster Parents for my little children              
life is nasty, brutish and short indeed              
OhTod-Wie-Bitter-Bist-Du choristers        
whispering Requiem in Pacem, Aeternam              
but to no avail, I hear no more.              
            
'O death, how bitter is the remembrance              
of you to a person at peace with his possessions              
to a man undistracted and prospering in everything              
and still having strength to welcome a luxury.              
            
Going home - Ten years after              
9/11 -  Fifteen years after          
close to 3,000 people died          
when US planes crashed into WTC          
fifteen of the 19 attackers were Saudi nationals          
at least 2,104 Palestinian were killed by the Israeli's          
including 1,462 civilians, of whom 495          
were children and 253 women (UN estimate)          
Pie Jesu Domine, Dona eis requiem.              
              
US Marines stand salute as US national anthem              
played during 15th anniversary Memorial Service              
In remembrance, US Congress unanimously              
passed a politically correct quid-pro-quo Bill              
allowing 9/11 victims' family and their neighbors              
to sue the pants-off the Saudi government              
send the villain straight into Alighieri Dante's          
high-carbon Purgatory of Chapter 11,14,15        
forever bankruptcy, Via regia to the core of Hell        
Dies iræ, dies illa, solvet sæclum in favilla.           
            
Footnotes - (1) As they say, timing is of the gasoline, I visited WTC 15 years ago when all at once, Hell on earth broke lose, I survived the crash, but it changed my life forever (2) Verse 7 is the English internet translation of 1 out of 4 Ernste Gesänge, "O Tod, wie bitter bist du, Op. 121, No. 3, written by Johannes Brahms (1833-1897), Wenn an dich gedenket ein Mensch der gute Tage und genug hat und ohne Sorge lebet, und dem es wohl geht in allen Dingen und noch wohl essen mag! (3) Un-translated Latin verses (which US citizen doesn't understand Latin nowadays, even without Google Translate) are from the Roman Catholic Requiem Mass, nocturnal evergreen, improbable to ever go out of fashion.