~ Nor Pride in Fires of Violence ~


No glory, nor pride in fires of violence ever exists;
Transformed into myriads of granule dust,
Innocent lives to eternal slumber sent

With brave last words they went–
Not to their Earthly abode, but to the celestial
Spheres to twinkle and shine and guide
The world to a higher call from a higher ground.
Once that stood tall was forever destined to fall,
Unnoticed, autumnal traces become visible,
Harbingers of the changing fall,



remember ye all
The blaze metamorphosed to flowers?
Darkness white, casting a gloomy pall,
But the crashing of the wall
Was a higher call from a higher ground
To the heavens bound,
Where there are glorious towers.
There will be, there are

unforgettable flowers.
Myself in race, color, creed,

and freedom fetters-
Could I have served God better?



2 thoughts on “~ Nor Pride in Fires of Violence ~

    1. These lines were written for those who died in the twin towers and is published by poetry.com USA in a special anthology-may you stay blessed always and have a happy and healthy life amen


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